#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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 ...
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
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
