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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
 
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep—song on our roof at night—
 
And I love the rain.

#Americans #Blacks #Nature #Weather

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When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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The Fourth Estate, by Giuseppe Pellizza da Volpedo
Oppression

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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Lincoln Monument: Washington

Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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The Dream, by Franz Marc
Dreams

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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Me and the Mule

My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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Ballad of the Gypsy

I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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Sylvester’s Dying Bed

I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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Easy Boogie

Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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A Mother with her Son and a Pony, by Agostino Brunias
Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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Prize Fighter

Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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Bouquet

Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt



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