#AmericanWriters
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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.…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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