#AmericanWriters
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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…
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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
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
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers