#AmericanWriters
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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 ...
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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—
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.