Gods, di Langston Hughes

God the Father with the symbols of the fourth apostles (tetramorphos), know as The Trinity, by Pieter Coecke van Aelst

Langston Hughes

Gods

The ivory gods,

And the ebony gods,

And the gods of diamond and jade,

Sit silently on their temple shelves

While the people

Are afraid.

Yet the ivory gods,

And the ebony gods,

And the gods of diamond—jade,

Are only silly puppet gods

That the people themselves

Have made.

#Americans #Blacks

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Dream Variations

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

Wealth

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

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.

Negro Speaks of Rivers

I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…

Jazzonia

Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold

Life Is Fine

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. I came up once and hollered!

Madam's Past History

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a

Bad Morning

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

Helen Keller

She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,

Park Bench

I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—

Negro Dancers

'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!

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’,

To Artina

I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand

Final Curve

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

Sea Calm

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water

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