Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Cross - Poem by Langston Hughes

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.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

Comments about Cross by Langston Hughes

  • (1/30/2018 11:40:00 AM)

    Powerful. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/11/2018 1:39:00 PM)

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  • (1/10/2018 1:17:00 PM)

    If an albino rblack bear is white is a albino polar bear black? (Report) Reply

  • (12/18/2017 8:36:00 PM)

    The title, Cross can mean a cross breed of back and white, a cross to bear, and anger when one is cross. (Report) Reply

  • (12/4/2017 12:33:00 PM)

    this is relay good because it is true (Report) Reply

  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (11/30/2017 12:44:00 AM)

    Simply admire the last two lines (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2017 12:26:00 PM)

    it is something to ponder (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2017 11:26:00 PM)

    Amazing. (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2017 11:12:00 PM)

    Greatly spoken (Report) Reply

  • (2/1/2017 9:49:00 PM)

    There's no true answer to a mythical question
    Raises the question of race as a purely subjective, human construct and not a true reality. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/1/2017 9:48:00 PM)

    Interesting poem..... thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply

  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (2/1/2017 10:11:00 AM)

    Few people understood this poem Cross by Langston Hughes who was a mulatto. Mule is a byproduct of a donkey and a horse; that's the reality. I wonder where I'm going to die,
    Being neither white nor black? Langston Hughes was neither rich nor poor. This is a beautifully powerful poem. That's how things used to be in many countries. However, in his heart, he knew that he was a black man. In the USA, you are truly white or black: no hybrid.
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  • Antonio Cabral Filho (2/1/2017 7:45:00 AM)

    Antonio Cabral Filho - RJ/ Brasil
    Salve Langston Hughes! ! (Report) Reply

  • (2/1/2017 6:26:00 AM)

    A superb poem unfolding the different strata of emotions occupying human mind and a tug of war going on between them for one up man ship. (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 5:51:00 AM)

    What a man can bare
    The poem opens with two bald statements of fact. No judgement, no bias, one way or the other. No emotional overtones, no clutching at or pushing away. The next 6 lines amount to an apology, albeit hypothetical. The author won't own up to ever having bad-mouthed his parents, but supposes that if it had occurred at some point, well, then now is his chance to make amends and confess it wasn't kind and wasn't right of him. In essence, if he said something negative towards them (and what child doesn't at some point?) he now takes them back and apologizes for such behavior (as most adults finally do as they mature and review their lives) . Two more lines of bald fact follow the confession. He parents are dead (a reason for his reflection of the preceding lines) and each died in economic circumstances unique from the other, apparently no longer together (another reason for reflection on his relationship with each during their influential years on him) . And then a final summation of self-reflection, a self that is distorted when he considers his reflection in the mirror of each parent individually.

    The language and statements, the diction, the construction of this poem is presented as cold, objective almost disinterested. But the sum of the parts is highly emotive. A very evenly matched tug-of-war where he is stuck in the middle, equally attracted and repelled from the forces that created him on either side. A masterful display of what the art of poetry is, what it can do and what it should do. Uncanny.
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/1/2017 4:55:00 AM)

    A nice poem with a message. Liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (2/1/2017 4:15:00 AM)

    Straight to heaven.....for this valuable poem (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (2/1/2017 4:11:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a profoundly great poem? (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/1/2017 12:54:00 AM)

    Old man. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (4/2/2016 12:39:00 AM)

    Great poem by one of the greatest poets. He has influenced many other writers. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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