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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.
 
Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
 
Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?
 
Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!
 
In a whirling cabaret
Six long—headed jazzers play.

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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
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
Bad Morning

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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…
The Ballad of the Landlord

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Question [1]

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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
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Negro Speaks of Rivers

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Ennui

It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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The Blues

When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Ballad of the Gypsy

I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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Personal

In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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Remember

Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Morning After

I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that



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