#AmericanWriters
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 ...
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…
