#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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 say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.