#AmericanWriters
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
