#AmericanWriters
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,