Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

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

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

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

But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.

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.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.