#AmericanWriters
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 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
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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…
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’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
