#AmericanWriters
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—