#AmericanWriters
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!