#AmericanWriters
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?
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…