#AmericanWriters
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 ...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams