Money and art are far apart.

There is no color line in art.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

What happens to a dream deferred?

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

I will not take "but" for an answer.

Violent anger makes me physically ill.

Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest.

Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss

Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.

7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.

There's a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.

Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear.

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple.

My writing has been largely concerned with the depicting of Negro life in America.

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