#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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…
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.