#AmericanWriters
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
