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
beautiful book kansas
Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas
beautiful art white
It is the duty of the younger Negro artist . . . to change through the force of his art that old whispering "I want to be white," hidden in the aspirations of his people, to "Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!"
beautiful white want
Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!
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.
beautiful rainbow scene
For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.
beautiful strong brother
I, too, sing America. 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. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.
beautiful tired waiting
I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
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.