#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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 ...
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
