I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow... – by Langston Hughes | 1,581 Views added 5 years ago
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Early one Sunday morning everything outside -
the child's canopy bed and vanity table,
the sofa, end tables and lamps, boxes
of assorted books and records. We carried out
kitchen items, a clock radio, hanging
clothes, a big easy chair
with them from... – by Raymond Carver | 102 Views added 5 years ago
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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 ... – by Langston Hughes | 886 Views added 5 years ago
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Your Eyes
Your Eyes
Mystic pools
Of beauteous light.
Golden brown
In color
Deep,
Yet, amber clear.
Unshadowed
By a frown,
Fathomless,
Whereign
My senses
Drown.
Your Eyes.
Your... – by Rudolph Valentino | 107 Views added 5 years ago
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Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a —
You think
It's a happy... – by Langston Hughes | 905 Views added 5 years ago
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Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,
Quiet for ten thousand centuries, old Abe.
Quiet for a million, million years.
... – by Langston Hughes | 458 Views added 5 years ago
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I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?
Sometimes you say you do,
And sometimes you say you don't.
Either... – by Langston Hughes | 1,928 Views added 5 years ago
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Feet o' Jesus
Langston Hughes
At the feet o' Jesus,
Sorrow like a sea.
Lordy, let yo' mercy
Come driftin' down on... – by Langston Hughes | 693 Views added 5 years ago
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So many little flowers
Drop their tiny heads
But newer buds come to bloom
In their place instead.
I miss the little flowers
That have gone away.
But the newly budding blossoms
Are equally... – by Langston Hughes | 855 Views added 5 years ago
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The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about... – by Langston Hughes | 1,449 Views added 5 years ago
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A book is a kindly gracious thing.
Each has a particular gift to bring.
It may be the wealth Of a wonderful life,
Or the thrilling adventure Of Jungle strife.
Perhaps it’s a pleasant Of orient... – by Rudolph Valentino | 54 Views added 5 years ago
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