#AmericanWriters
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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
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 went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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,
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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 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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.