#AmericanWriters
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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.…
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
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 was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark