#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
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…
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…
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—
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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…
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