#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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,
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.
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
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!