#AmericanWriters
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment