#AmericanWriters
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
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
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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,
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?
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
