#AmericanWriters 1931 October Originally Poetry appeared in issue magazine of the
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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.…
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?
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
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…
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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…
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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.