#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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 ...
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.…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
