#AmericanWriters
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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?
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 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!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.