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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

When Sue Wears Red

When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus!
 
When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time—dead Egyptian night
Walks once again.
Blow trumphets, Jesus!
 
And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love—fire sharp like a pain.
Sweet silver trumphets, Jesus!

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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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Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Park Bench

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

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

Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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Peace

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

She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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Lincoln Monument: Washington

Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
Ennui

It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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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…
Question [1]

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50-50

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Fire-Caught

The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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



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