#AmericanWriters
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done