#AmericanWriters
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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 will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.