Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

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

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.