#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…