#Americans #Blacks
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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 ...
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
