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

Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.

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

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.

When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.

What happens to a dream deferred?