#AmericanWriters
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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—
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…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…