poet Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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Love Song For Lucinda

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.

Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.

Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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Comments about Love Song For Lucinda by Langston Hughes

  • iskilze (8/26/2018 4:29:00 PM)

    wow....amazing

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  • Alex Alexander (1/24/2011 1:47:00 PM)

    so short and yet so capturing, this poem is my ripe plum...

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