#AmericanWriters
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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…