#AmericanWriters
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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.