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
art race america
This is the mountain standing in the way of any true Negro art in America - this urge within the race toward whiteness, the desire to pour racial individuality into the mold of American standardization, and to be as little Negro and as much American as possible.
song america long
But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.
america kind humans
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind,
dream america used
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.
america breaking-silence oath
America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!
equality america air
Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.
amazed chosen dylan work
I am amazed that my work of Dylan was chosen as his portrait,
chocolate factory good help lots uncle
Uncle Willy's Chocolate Factory ... with lots of help from really good assistants.
crust dream dreams dry happens heavy lead maybe raisin rotten sore stink sugar
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 lead
dream dry happens raisin
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?... Or does it explode?
dream dry happens raisin
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? . . . Or does it explode?
barren dreams fast field frozen hold life
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
bird broken cannot dreams fast hold life
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
taken order cities
Anyday, one can walk down the street in a big city and see a thousand people. Any photographer can photograph these people - but very few photographers can make their prints not only reproductions of the people taken, but a comment upon them - or more, a comment upon their lives - or more still, a comment upon the social order that creates these lives.