#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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 ...
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.…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams