#AmericanWriters
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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
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.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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.…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.