Park Bench Poem by Langston Hughes

Park Bench

Rating: 5.0

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?

Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
Suryendu Chaudhury 12 October 2020

The conversational style acts as the connector between two economic stratas of the society.

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Michael Walker 28 August 2019

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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Phil Swift 12 February 2021

What words in the poem led you to believe the poor person is black?

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Tom Allport 12 February 2017

a hopeful write of what might come about in a caring land?

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Margaret O Driscoll 09 February 2016

Very good, a strong message in a concise piece

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