#AmericanWriters
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…
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be