#Americans #Blacks
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
