#AmericanWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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…
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—