Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry. Hughes is best known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance. He famously wrote about the period that "Harlem was in vogue."
Ancestry and Childhood
Both of Hugh ...
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,
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
Babies and gin and church And women and Sunday All mixed with dimes and Dollars and clean spittoons And house rent to pay.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
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,