#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—