#AmericanWriters
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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,
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
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 dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red