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The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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 ...
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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
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…
