I Wish The Rent Was

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

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.

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.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.