#AmericanWriters
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—
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,