#AmericanWriters
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
