#AmericanWriters 1931 October Originally Poetry appeared in issue magazine of the
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria: