#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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 ...
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.