#AmericanWriters
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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 you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left