#AmericanWriters
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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 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
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—
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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 —
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,