#AmericanWriters
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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 was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
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
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,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…