#AmericanWriters
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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—
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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 ...
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.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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