#AmericanWriters
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.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…