#AmericanWriters
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 woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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.…
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!