#Americans #Blacks
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 ...
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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—
