Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Comments about Langston Hughes

  • Alan Sugar (8/30/2012 7:58:00 AM)

    Poem for Langston Hughes

    Thunder is seldom so soft as when his sounds are spoken.
    That bird climbs on to life- to life! Its wings have never broken.

    Those wings will take it to a place where crystal stairs have passed.
    That barren field of frozen snow will flourish with dreams at last.

    Hold fast!
    Hold fast.!

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  • Jaya Wasteneys (7/11/2012 8:20:00 PM)

    Langston was a true poet. His poetry was a denial of everything he'd been told about himself and his people, and the truest expression of spirit that I've ever read.

  • William Sebastien William Sebastien (7/9/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    i love the poem...about civil war

  • James Trotter (5/22/2012 2:40:00 AM)

    I love the line from the LTAB poem, My ego is Langston 'Huge'

  • Kevin Russell (4/17/2012 7:45:00 PM)

    Langston Hughs in my opinion was the OG of poetry. I am influenced by his genius at sharingpoetry.com.

  • Resh V (4/4/2012 8:26:00 PM)

    He wrote this poem in 1926.

  • Jovan Watkins (3/8/2012 3:56:00 PM)

    the most iconic man of all time

  • Hunter irish (3/8/2012 7:30:00 AM)

    I like his poem I too.

  • Josselin Sanchez (3/4/2012 4:40:00 PM)

    can someone help me find 2 poems by langston that would be easy to analyze...it's for a project so i need them asap..thanks(:

  • Sahil Khan (1/22/2012 5:55:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Langston Hughes

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Read the full of Dreams

Dying Beast

Sensing death,
The buzzards gather —
Noting the last struggle
Of flesh under weather,
Noting the last glance
Of agonized eye
At passing wind
And boundless sky.

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