#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
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 ...
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,