#AmericanWriters
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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…
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’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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—
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams