#AmericanWriters
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.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
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.
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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…
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL