#AmericanWriters
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…
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—
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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…
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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 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!
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?
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment