#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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—
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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 ...
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…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know