#AmericanWriters
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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 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 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,