#AmericanWriters
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de