#AmericanWriters
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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 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
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…