#AmericanWriters
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
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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.…
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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—
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,