#AmericanWriters
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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.
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…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams