#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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…
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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…