#AmericanWriters
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams