#AmericanWriters
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
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.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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
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…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
