#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that