We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

Don't come giving me, who's old enough to die and too near blind to create anything any more anyhow, a great big banquet that you eat up in honor of your own stomachs as much as in honor of me- who's toothless and can't eat.

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

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.