#AmericanWriters
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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 ...
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
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…
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.