#Americans #Blacks
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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 ...
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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…
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…