Works
- Southern Road, Harcourt, Brace and company, 1932 (original poetry)
- Negro Poetry (literary criticism)
- 'The Negro in American Fiction,' Bronze booklet - no. 6 (1937), published by The Associates in Negro Folk Education (Washington, D.C.)
- Negro poetry and drama: and the Negro in American fiction, Atheneum, 1972 (criticism)
- The Negro Caravan, 1941, co-editor with Arthur P. Davis and Ulysses Lee (anthology of African-American literature)
- The Last Ride of Wild Bill (poetry)
- Michael S. Harper, ed. (1996). The Collected Poems of Sterling A. Brown. Northwestern University Press. ISBN 978-0-8101-5045-4. http://books.google.com/books?id=RObWO8HzxtMC&printsec=frontcover&dq=inauthor:Sterling+inauthor:Allen+inauthor:Brown#v=onepage&q=&f=false. (1st edition 1980)
- The Poetry of Sterling Brown, recorded 1946-1973, released on Smithsonian Folkways, 1995
- Mark A. Sanders, ed. (1996). A son's return: selected essays of Sterling A. Brown. UPNE. ISBN 978-1-55553-275-8. http://books.google.com/books?id=onyOqAw8aaUC&printsec=frontcover&dq=inauthor:Sterling+inauthor:Allen+inauthor:Brown#v=onepage&q=&f=false.
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