#AmericanWriters
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…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment