#AmericanWriters
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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.