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.

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

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

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.