#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
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 sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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…
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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.…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be