#AmericanWriters
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
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…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
