#Americans #Blacks
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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 ...
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water