From Whitman to the Beats and beyond — the voice of the New World.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
— Edgar Allan Poe
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
— Langston Hughes
"What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?"
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
"Life for me ain't been no crystal stair."
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
— Walt Whitman
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself."
Forever is composed of nows.
— Emily Dickinson
"Forever is composed of nows."
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
— Sylvia Plath
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am."
Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me.
"Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me."
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
I, too, sing America.
"I, too, sing America."
Keep your face always toward the sunshine — and shadows will fall behind you.
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine — and shadows will fall behind you."
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
"Nothing gold can stay."
