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Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967 / Missouri)
Poems by Langston Hughes : 22 / 92
Dream Variations
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
Langston Hughes
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: dance, tree, sun, dream, dark, night
Poems by Langston Hughes : 22 / 92
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This poem made me smile.
THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS EVERY SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL, AND I STILL LOVE IT.
Genuinely absorbing; both to young and old alike, whatever the color. Mr. Hughes has permitted us to dream, and to be; in all of the glory imaginable by any reader; any age.
Like this one its really good.
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