#AmericanWriters
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…