#AmericanWriters
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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
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…
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment