#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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water