#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left