Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Park Bench - Poem by Langston Hughes

I live on a park bench.
You, Park Avenue.
Hell of a distance
Between us two.

I beg a dime for dinner-
You got a butler and maid.
But I'm wakin' up!
Say, ain't you afraid

That I might, just maybe,
In a year or two,
Move on over
To Park Avenue?

Topic(s) of this poem: poverty

Comments about Park Bench by Langston Hughes

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/28/2019 8:15:00 PM)

    A contrast between a poor person(probably African American) and a wealthy man, who sounds white.
    No words are wasted here.

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  • Tom Allport (2/12/2017 3:22:00 PM)

    a hopeful write of what might come about in a caring land? (Report)Reply

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  • Margaret O DriscollMargaret O Driscoll (2/9/2016 5:36:00 PM)

    Very good, a strong message in a concise piece (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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