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It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
Langston Hughes
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Comments about this poem (As I Grew Older
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Dave Walker (8/24/2011 5:02:00 AM)
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Good poem. Take a look at my new one called,
Boy to a man. It's a true story. A bad dream that
Had to end.
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Manuel Odeny (6/27/2010 2:52:00 AM)
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You get the feeling of black segregation during the liberal struggle in The US. beautiful as the higher they built the wall the further they climbed....
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Elias Barcelona (5/23/2010 10:19:00 AM)
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I agree with sarah it does seem likely that his biggist obstacle would be his color
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Sarah Ball (4/18/2010 2:21:00 AM)
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I believe this poem indicates the implications from being black in Langston Hughes time.
He describes a dark shadow standing in the way of his dream - is this dark shadow not himself?
I believe the only thing standing in the way of his dream is his colour nothing else - others in his time would not allow him to live his dream because of his appearance.
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Bruna Araujo (3/25/2010 3:39:00 PM)
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This poem really express how sometimes in our lives we can have something that doesn't let us reach our dream. I think it is part of life, just like a story!
At first we have the dream and that we rise to the conflict, and obviously that conflict (the problem) it is what is separating us from our dreams, now the last part, the ending...we decide, we fight, whenever our dream will come true or not.
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Aziz Alkaabi (2/20/2010 1:51:00 PM)
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I was destined to know this master!
So proud to study him at my own pace.
This man is great!
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David Arthez (2/7/2010 10:00:00 AM)
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you're all a bunch of slaves. this poem sucks. beautiful? inspiring? touching? spare me the bellowing of cows, the snivelling of sycophants, and the drivel of whiners.
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Victoria Mbali (2/1/2010 11:04:00 AM)
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it is touching and promising for me, cause i sometimes feel that way, like there's something seperating me from my dreams.
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Bickley Wilson (1/2/2010 2:37:00 PM)
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WOW! This is beautiful! Does it have anything to do with being black in his time and discrimination?
It certainly applies to all of us and what can happen...Sometimes we have to fight to back with a vengeance to make our dreams happen...if we do not forget in the chaos of everyday life...
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