#AmericanWriters
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water