#AmericanWriters
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,