Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
James Mercer Langston Hugheswas an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 February 1902
CityJoplin, MO
CountryUnited States of America
black proud banner
Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.
thinking rivers
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
morning spring faces
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
kissing rivers faces
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss
cake
Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.
music people pulse
Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
night black depth
I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
inspirational-life lying half
Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
beautiful strong dark
We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too. The tom-tom cries and the tom-tom laughs. If colored people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
mean racism political
I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
running dream sweet
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
dream america used
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.
strong kwanzaa mountain
We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
crystals splinters stairs
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair