#AmericanWriters
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
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.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
