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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

God

I am God—
Without one friend,
Alone in my purity
World without end.
 
Below me young lovers
Tread the sweet ground—
But I am God—
I cannot come down.
 
Spring!
Life is love!
Love is life only!
Better to be human
Than God—and lonely.
 
 
Originally appeared in the October 1931 issue of Poetry magazine.

#Americans #Blacks 1931 October Originally Poetry appeared in issue magazine of the

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