#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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 ...
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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.…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,