#AmericanWriters
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.…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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—
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
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
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!
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed