#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.