#AmericanWriters
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
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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 ...