#AmericanWriters
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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 woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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—