#AmericanWriters
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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…
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…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
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