Tag Archives: American Poets

You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My …

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean– But she …

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. …

Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and …

I went down to the river, I set down on …

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream …

That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to …

I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, …

Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In …

I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They …

I take my dreams and make of them a bronze …

When a man starts out with nothing, When a man …