Poeticous Logo
en
English Español Français Italiano
Langston Hughes

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.

#Americans #Blacks #Nature #Weather

1
2
Enjoyed this read? Treat us to a coffee!.
Your help allows us to exist.
Liked or faved by...
Other works by Langston Hughes...
Mulatto

I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Catch

Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
 1
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
Love Song for Lucinda

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

Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Personal

In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
 1
Still Here

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Children's Rhymes

By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
 1
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…
 1
Helen Adams Keller, by Charles Whitman
Helen Keller

She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
 2
Minstrel Man

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
 1
Bad Morning

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The card trick, by John George Brown
Democracy

Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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—
Peace

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark



Top