James Weldon Johnson

(1871-1938 / Florida/United States)

James Weldon Johnson Poems

1. A Banjo Song 4/2/2010
2. A Mid-Day Dreamer 4/2/2010
3. A Poet To His Baby Son 4/2/2010
4. An Explanation 4/2/2010
5. And The Greatest Of These Is War 4/2/2010
6. Beauty That Is Never Old 4/2/2010
7. Before A Painting 4/2/2010
8. Brer Rabbit You's De Cutes' Of 'Em All 4/2/2010
9. Brothers 4/2/2010
10. Dat Gal O' Mine 4/2/2010
11. De Little Pickaninny's Gone To Sleep 4/2/2010
12. Deep In The Quiet Wood 4/2/2010
13. Down By The Carib Sea 4/2/2010
14. Father, Father Abraham 4/2/2010
15. Fifty Years (1863-1913) 4/2/2010
16. Fragment 4/2/2010
17. From The German Of Uhland 4/2/2010
18. From The Spanish 4/2/2010
19. From The Spanish Of Placido 4/2/2010
20. Ghosts Of The Old Year 4/2/2010
21. Girl Of Fifteen 4/2/2010
22. Go Down, Death 1/20/2003
23. Her Eyes Twin Pools 4/2/2010
24. I Hear The Stars Still Singing 4/2/2010
25. July In Georgy 4/2/2010
26. Lazy 4/2/2010
27. Life 4/2/2010
28. Lift Every Voice And Sing 1/20/2003
29. Listen, Lord: A Prayer 1/20/2003
30. Ma Lady's Lips Am Like De Honey 4/2/2010
31. Morning, Noon And Night 4/2/2010
32. Mother Night 4/2/2010
33. Nobody's Lookin' But De Owl An' De Moon 4/2/2010
34. O Black And Unknown Bards 4/2/2010
35. O Southland! 4/2/2010
36. Omar 4/2/2010
37. Possum Song 4/2/2010
38. Prayer At Sunrise 4/2/2010
39. Sence You Went Away 4/2/2010
40. Sleep 4/2/2010
Best Poem of James Weldon Johnson

The Creation

And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.

And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.

Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!

Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And...

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A Mid-Day Dreamer

I love to sit alone, and dream,
And dream, and dream;
In fancy's boat to softly glide
Along some stream
Where fairy palaces of gold
And crystal bright
Stand all along the glistening shore:
A wondrous sight.

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