#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 ...
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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…