#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that