#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know