#Americans #Blacks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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 ...
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
