#AmericanWriters
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
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 ...