#AmericanWriters
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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 —
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
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 you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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 woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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
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