#Americans #Blacks 1931 October Originally Poetry appeared in issue magazine of the
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—
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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 ...
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
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,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.