#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
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…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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
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.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.