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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Catch

Big Boy came
Carrying a mermaid  
On his shoulders  
And the mermaid  
Had her tail
Curved
Beneath his arm.
 
Being a fisher boy,
He’d found a fish
To carry—
Half fish,  
Half girl  
To marry.

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I look at the world

I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
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Scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream, by Edwin Landseer
The Dream Keeper

And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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I Dream a World

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Theme for English B

Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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The Negro Speaks of Rivers

I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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Walkers with the Dawn

Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Sick Room

How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The Ballad of the Landlord

Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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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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Songs

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

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Ardella

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

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

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind



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