#AmericanWriters
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
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…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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—
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,