#AmericanWriters
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
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?
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
