#AmericanWriters
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…