Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
...
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
...
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
...
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
...
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
...
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
...
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
...
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
...
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
...
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
...
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
...
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
...
In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
...
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
...
I know I am
The Negro Problem
Being wined and dined,
Answering the usual questions
...
Langston Hughes, in full James Mercer Langston Hughes who is born February 1, 1902, Joplin, Missouri, U.S.. He died May 22, 1967, New York. American writer who was an important figure in the Harlem Renaissance and made the African American experience the subject of his writings, which ranged from poetry and plays to novels and newspaper columns.
Hughes was an American poet, activist, playwright, novelist, and columnist. He was one of the first to innovate a new literary and artistic form of jazz poetry. Hughes is known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance. He famously wrote about the period that "Harlem was in vogue."
Langston Hughes was one of the most influential writers and philosophers of the Harlem Renaissance, an African American artistic movement that embraced black life and culture during the 1920s. Hughes’ creative talent was impacted by his upbringing in Harlem, a mostly African American area of New York City. His writings influenced American literature and politics. Hughes, like others active in the Harlem Renaissance, had a strong sense of racial pride. He supported equality, criticized racism and injustice, and embraced African American culture, humor, and spirituality via his poems, novels, plays, essays, and children's books.
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.
Dear Langston Hughes, your verses touch my heart deeply.
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.
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I was so sick last night I Didn't hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn't know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that Almost made me blind.
Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree.
Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree.
I swear to the Lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me.
here to this college on the hill above Harlem I am the only colored student in my class.
So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white— yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me— although you're older—and white— and somewhat more free. This is my page for English B.
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve—and hate will die unborn. Love—and chains are broken.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
Babies and gin and church And women and Sunday All mixed with dimes and Dollars and clean spittoons And house rent to pay.
Clean the spittoons. The steam in hotel kitchens, And the smoke in hotel lobbies, And the slime in hotel spittoons: Part of my life.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
Night coming tenderly Black like me.
Brown sugar lassie, Caramel treat, Honey-gold baby Sweet enough to eat. Peach-skinned girlie,
They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes. But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a crown, Take the Lenox Avenue buses, Taxis, subways, And for your love song tone their rumble down.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.”
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
“I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldnt, So I jumped in and sank.”
“Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.”
“I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.”
“Looks like what drives me crazy Dont have no effect on you-- But Im gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.”
“I loved my friend He went away from me Theres nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.”
“Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?”
“I stay cool, and dig all jive, Thats the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.”
“Folks, Im telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.”
“Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.”
“Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.”
“I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, Ill be at the table When company comes. Nobodyll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, Theyll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.”
“Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- Ill be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.”
“So since Im still here livin, I guess I will live on. I couldve died for love-- But for livin I was born.”
“Humor is laughing at what you havent got when you ought to have it.”
“To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.”
“Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.”
“I swear to the Lord,I still cant see,Why Democracy means,Everybody but me. ”
“Ive known rivers: Ive known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
“I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didnt, But you thought you would.”
“Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.”
“...the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally youll finish it,....”
“Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-”
“An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose”
“Good morning, Revolution: Youre the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on”
“The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss”
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.!