#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams