#AmericanWriters
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
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…
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
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