#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!