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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

For Selma

In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...
In places like
Chicago and New York
Kids say,
In places like
London and Paris...
In places like
London and Paris
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...

#Americans #Blacks

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Altre opere di Langston Hughes...
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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Acceptance

God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Cross

My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
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
Madam and the Phone Bill

You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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.
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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
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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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
Children's Rhymes

By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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Sea Calm

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
 1
Silence

I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
 2
Deceased

Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Lonesome Place

I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
 1
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!



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