#Americans #Blacks
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
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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 look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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.…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a