#AmericanWriters
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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…
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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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,
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…
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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar