#AmericanWriters
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.…