#AmericanWriters
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think