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
strong brother laughing
I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.
baby sweet may
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
love eye apples
Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
happiness laughter humor
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.
color racism poetry
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
rivers soul veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
government rights buffalo
If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.
night tree black
Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me
real patriotic opportunity
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
past blood sorrow
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
book writing men
To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer - not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.
morning eggs two
This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.
alive way return
I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.
wind snow looks
I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!