#AmericanWriters
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…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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
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—
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…