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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 ...
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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.
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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