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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Wealth

From Christ to Ghandi
Appears this truth—
St. Francis of Assisi
Proves it, too:
Goodness becomes grandeur
Surpassing might of kings.
Halos of kindness
Brighter shine
Than crowns of gold,
And brighter
Than rich diamonds
Sparkles
The simple dew
Of love.

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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—
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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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—
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
Ennui

It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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Silence

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

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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Bouquet

Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Acceptance

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

Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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Sylvester’s Dying Bed

I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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Remember

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

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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