#AmericanWriters
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves