#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 ...
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—
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed