#AmericanWriters
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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 am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…