#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
