#AmericanWriters
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 —
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…
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
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…
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