#AmericanWriters
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
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…
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…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down