Dream Variations Poem by Langston Hughes
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.
THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS EVERY SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL, AND I STILL LOVE IT.
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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.
MEMORIES ARE for life long it has nothing to do with age at each stage memories are recorded indelibly for times again we can recall it ah when we want it dementia be not a refrain memories we love for ever alas not in vain but through our veins now please read my poems MOM'S SMILES TO BEGIN WITH lovely memory it depicts
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