#AmericanWriters
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I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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…
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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 ...
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.