#AmericanWriters
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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?
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…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
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
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold