Morning After, di Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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

Almost made me blind.

Had a dream last night I

Thought I was in hell.

I drempt last night I

Thought I was in hell.

Woke up and looked around me—

Babe, your mouth was open like a well.

I said, Baby! Baby!

Please don’t snore so loud.

Baby! Please!

Please don’t snore so loud.

You jest a little bit o’ woman but you

Sound like a great big crowd.

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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

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

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—

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams

Madam and the Rent Man

The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know

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Easy Boogie

Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass

Pierrot

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

I Continue to Dream

I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,

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

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?

Democracy

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

Park Bench

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

Bad Morning

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

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.

Langston Hughes

Morning After

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