Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Langston Hughes Poems

81. Merry-Go-Round 1/3/2003
82. The Negro Speaks Of Rivers 1/13/2003
83. Justice 1/3/2003
84. Dinner Guest: Me 1/3/2003
85. Freedom's Plow 1/3/2003
86. Cultural Exchange 1/3/2003
87. Daybreak In Alabama 1/3/2003
88. My People 1/3/2003
89. The Dream Keeper 1/3/2003
90. Children's Rhymes 1/3/2003
91. Suicide's Note 9/12/2003
92. Bad Morning 1/3/2003
93. Life Is Fine 1/3/2003
94. Dream Variations 1/3/2003
95. The Negro Mother 1/3/2003
96. Democracy 1/3/2003
97. Dream Deferred 1/3/2003
98. Cross 1/3/2003
99. I, Too 1/3/2003
100. Let America Be America Again 1/3/2003
101. April Rain Song 1/3/2003
102. Mother To Son 1/3/2003
103. As I Grew Older 1/3/2003
104. Dreams 1/3/2003

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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

Life Is Fine

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.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

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