#poetry

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#poetry-quotes #equality

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? ↗

— Langston Hughes

#poetry #dreams

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#poetry #reality #dreams

همست نجمة لقلبي خذيني معك ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

New York! I say New York, let black blood flow into your blood. Let it wash the rust from your steel joints, like an oil of life Let it give your bridges the curve of hips and supple vines. Now the ancient age returns, unity is restored, The recociliation of the Lion and Bull and Tree Idea links to action, the ear to the heart, sign to meaning. See your rivers stirring with musk alligators And sea cows with mirage eyes. No need to invent the Sirens. Just open your eyes to the April rainbow And your eyes, especially your ears, to God Who in one burst of saxophone laughter Created heaven and earth in six days, And on the seventh slept a deep Negro sleep. ↗

— Léopold Sédar Senghor

#new-york-city #poetry #age

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis ↗

— William Cullen Bryant

#death

النجوم تبرق، كذلك أحلامي ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

لا أرى جناحا عليك لكنك دائما تحلق بعيدا ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#dreams

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h! ↗

— Langston Hughes

#dream #harlem #poet #poetry #dreams