#AmericanWriters
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,