#AmericanWriters
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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—
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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.…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL