#AmericanWriters
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?
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold