#AmericanWriters
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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?
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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!
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.…
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 went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!