#AmericanWriters
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.…
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 ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…