#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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 ...
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.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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…
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,