#AmericanWriters
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
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
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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—
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!