#AmericanWriters
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…
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 ...
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
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,
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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