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
home wheat-fields rivers
Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.
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.
kissing rivers faces
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss
rivers soul veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
lying land rivers
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!
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.
believe writing creative
I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.