#AmericanWriters
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.
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
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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?
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
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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 ...
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
