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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 ...
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself