#Americans #Blacks
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 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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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?
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
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
