#AmericanWriters
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…
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:
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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!
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,