#AmericanWriters
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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 ...
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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—
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—
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.