#AmericanWriters
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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—
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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?