#AmericanWriters
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves