Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
What happens to a dream deferred?
I've known rivers:I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?Listen closely:You'll hear their feetBeating out and beating out a -You thinkIt's a happy beat?Listen to it closely:Ain't...
My old man's a white old manAnd my old mother's black.If ever I cursed my white old manI take my curses back.If ever I cursed my black old motherAnd wished she were in hell,I'm sorry for that evil wis...
Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.
Pleasured equallyIn seeking as in finding,Each detail minding,Old Walt went seekingAnd finding.
Violent anger makes me physically ill.
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter. We kno...
Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry--I'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die.
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.
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.
Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird,That cannot fly.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all Will know sweet freedom's way, Where greed no longer saps the sou...
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-