Poems by James Weldon Johnson
De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep
... Dat's a light dey's borrow'd f'om de skies ...
Fragment
... That though you bravely fought and died, ...
Beauty that Is Never Old
... When over my life's way there falls the blight ...
The Black Mammy
... That it some day might crush thine own black child ...
The Creation
... Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, ...
Go Down, Death
... And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand: ...
Lift Every Voice and Sing
... We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, ...
Listen, Lord: A Prayer
... When I'm done traveling up the rough side of the mountain-- ...
The Young Warrior
... Pray, mother of mine, that I always keep ...
O Black And Unknown Bards
... the songs That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed ...
You's Sweet to Yo' Mammy de Same
... Dey may t'ink you's homely, an' yo' clo'es dey may be po', ...
Sleep
... Man, why should thought of death cause thee to weep ...
Lazy
... Some people think the world's a school, ...
Morning, Noon and Night
... When comes the night with beauteous skies, ...
And the Greatest of These Is War
... Mouths of the helpless old moaning for bread, I have filled with dust ...
