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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Negro Dancers

'Me an’ ma baby’s
Got two mo’ ways,
Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!'
Da, da,
Da, da, da!
Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!'
Soft light on the tables,
Music gay,
Brown—skin steppers
In a cabaret.
White folks, laugh!
White folks, pray!
'Me an’ ma baby’s
Got two mo’ ways,
Two mo’ ways to do de
Charleston!'

#Americans #Blacks

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Otras obras de Langston Hughes...
The Fourth Estate, by Giuseppe Pellizza da Volpedo
Oppression

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
 1
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…
Demand

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Harlem Sweeties

Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
 2
You and your whole race.

You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
 1
Justice

That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
 3
Problems

2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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
 1
To Certain

You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
 2
Wake

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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…
Night Funeral in Harlem

Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Wealth

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

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—



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