#AmericanWriters
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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…
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…
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
