#AmericanWriters
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.