#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
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!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,