Money and art are far apart.
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed – Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.
I wish the rent Was heaven sent.
A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.
I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
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.
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.
Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.
Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.
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.
Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Teach us all to do right, Lord, please, and to get along together with that atom bomb on this earth because I do not want it to fall on me-nor Thee-nor anybody living. Amen!
Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.
The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you’ll finish it.
Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.
Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!