#AmericanWriters
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!