#AmericanWriters
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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 —
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…
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…
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass