#AmericanWriters
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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 ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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.…
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…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think