#AmericanWriters
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
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 —
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.