#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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
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…
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening