#AmericanWriters
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,