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Poetry Anthology - American Literature
Poetry Anthology - American Literature
He gives his harness bells a shake You dragged your feet when you went
To ask if there is some mistake. out,
The only other sound's the sweep By the gate now, the moss is grown,
Of easy wind and downy flake. the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, The leaves fall early this autumn, in
But I have promises to keep, wind.
And miles to go before I sleep, The paired butterflies are already
And miles to go before I sleep. yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
Nothing Gold Can Stay They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the
Nature's first green is gold, narrows of the river Kiang,
Her hardest hue to hold. Please let me know beforehand,
Her early leaf's a flower; And I will come out to meet you
But only so an hour. As far as Cho-fu-sa.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
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e.e. cummings I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or recordsBessie, bop, or Bach.
in Just- I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
in Just- So will my page be colored that I write?
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little Being me, it will not be white.
lame baloonman But it will be
whistles far and wee a part of you, instructor.
and eddieandbill come You are white
running from marbles and yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
piracies and it's That's American.
spring Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
when the world is puddle-wonderful Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
the queer But we are, that's true!
old baloonman whistles As I learn from you,
far and wee I guess you learn from me
and bettyandisbel come dancing although you're olderand white
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and and somewhat more free.
it's
spring This is my page for English B.
and
the Harlem
goat-footed
baloonMan whistles What happens to a dream deferred?
far Does it dry up
and like a raisin in the sun?
wee Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Langston Hughes
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Theme for English B Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
The instructor said, Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Go home and write Or does it explode?
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
One Art