#AmericanWriters
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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!
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?