#AmericanWriters
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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 ...
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams