#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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…
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.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!