April Rain Song, di 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.

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I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams

Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:

I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.

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,

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think

I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.

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

You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams

It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.

My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.

I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...