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Dream Boogie

Dream Boogie

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 beat?


Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -


What did I say?


Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!


Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!


Y-e-a-h!
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Dreams

Dreams


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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Democracy

Democracy


Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.


I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.


I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.


Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.


I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.
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Deceased

Deceased


Harlem
Sent him home
in a long box-
Too dead
To know why:

The licker
Was lye.
701

Children's Rhymes

Children's Rhymes

By what sends
the white kids
I ain't sent:
I know I can't
be President.
What don't bug
them white kids
sure bugs me:
We know everybody
ain't free.


Lies written down
for white folks
ain't for us a-tall:
Liberty And Justice--
Huh!--For All?
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Cultural Exchange

Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caper
And the wind won't wait for midnight
For fun to blow doors down.
By the river and the railroad
With fluid far-off goind
Boundaries bind unbinding
A whirl of whisteles blowing.
No trains or steamboats going--
Yet Leontyne's unpacking.


In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doorknob lets in Lieder
More than German ever bore,
Her yesterday past grandpa--
Not of her own doing--
In a pot of collard greens
Is gently stewing.


Pushcarts fold and unfold
In a supermarket sea.
And we better find out, mama,
Where is the colored laundromat
Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.


In the pot begind the paper doors
on the old iron stove what's cooking?
What's smelling, Leontyne?
Lieder, lovely Lieder
And a leaf of collard green.
Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.


You know, right at Christmas
They asked me if my blackness,
Would it rub off?
I said, Ask your mama.


Dreams and nightmares!
Nightmares, dreams, oh!
Dreaming that the Negroes
Of the South have taken over--
Voted all the Dixiecrats
Right out of power--


Comes the COLORED HOUR:
Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,
Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,


A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.
In white pillared mansions

Sitting on their wide verandas,
Wealthy Negroes have white servants,
White sharecroppers work the black plantations,
And colored children have white mammies:
Mammy Faubus
Mammy Eastland
Mammy Wallace
Dear, dear darling old white mammies--
Sometimes even buried with our family.
Dear old
Mammy Faubus!


Culture, they say, is a two-way street:
Hand me my mint julep, mammny.
Hurry up!
Make haste!
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Brass Spittoons

Brass Spittoons

Clean the spittoons, boy.
Detroit,
Chicago,
Atlantic City,
Palm Beach.
Clean the spittoons.
The steam in hotel kitchens,
And the smoke in hotel lobbies,
And the slime in hotel spittoons:
Part of my life.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars a day.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars
Buy shoes for the baby.
House rent to pay.
Gin on Saturday,
Church on Sunday.
My God!
Babies and gin and church
And women and Sunday
All mixed with dimes and
Dollars and clean spittoons
And house rent to pay.
Hey, boy!
A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.
Bright polished brass like the cymbals
Of King David’s dancers,
Like the wine cups of Solomon.
Hey, boy!
A clean spittoon on the altar of the Lord.
A clean bright spittoon all newly polished—
At least I can offer that.
Com’mere, boy!
440

Bound No’th Blues

Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road, Lawd,
Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.


Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.


Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.


Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad.
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April Rain Song

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
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As I Grew Older

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--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
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Identification and basic context

James Mercer Langston Hughes was an American poet, social-class activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He is widely regarded as a central figure of the Harlem Renaissance. Born in Joplin, Missouri, he later established his primary residence in Harlem, New York City. Hughes wrote in English and became a powerful voice for Black Americans.

Childhood and education

Hughes's childhood was marked by frequent moves and instability. He attended high school in Cleveland, Ohio, where he began writing poetry. He briefly attended Columbia University in New York City but felt more connected to the vibrant cultural life of Harlem. He graduated from Lincoln University, a historically black college, where he continued to develop his writing.

Literary trajectory

Hughes's literary career began to flourish in the 1920s during the Harlem Renaissance. His first collection of poetry, The Weary Blues (1926), was critically acclaimed and established his distinctive voice. He went on to publish numerous poetry collections, novels, plays, essays, and an autobiography. He also worked as a journalist and editor, further solidifying his influence.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Hughes's major works include The Weary Blues, Fine Clothes to the Jew, The Dream Keeper and Other Poems, and Montage of a Dream Deferred. His poetry is characterized by its focus on the lives and experiences of ordinary Black Americans, its use of blues and jazz rhythms, and its accessible language. Themes include racial injustice, the dreams and struggles of Black people, the beauty of Black culture, and the search for identity. His style is often described as lyrical, musical, and direct. He embraced various forms, from traditional verse to free verse, incorporating colloquialisms and African American vernacular.

Cultural and historical context

Hughes was a pivotal figure during the Harlem Renaissance, a period of immense artistic and intellectual flowering for Black Americans in the 1920s and 1930s. He actively engaged with the social and political issues of his time, including racism, economic inequality, and the fight for civil rights. His work reflects the Great Migration, the urban experiences of Black Americans, and the cultural pride of the era.

Personal life

Hughes traveled extensively, living in various parts of the United States and abroad, including time in Africa and Europe. His personal life was marked by a commitment to his community and a dedication to his art. He maintained strong connections with other artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance.

Recognition and reception

Hughes received significant recognition during his lifetime and posthumously. He won numerous awards for his poetry and was widely celebrated for his contributions to American literature and his role in promoting Black culture and consciousness. His work continues to be studied, performed, and admired.

Influences and legacy

Hughes was influenced by poets like Carl Sandburg and Vachel Lindsay, as well as the musical traditions of blues and jazz. His legacy is profound; he is credited with shaping modern Black literature and bringing the experiences of Black Americans to a national audience. His innovative use of musical forms in poetry and his consistent advocacy for racial equality have had a lasting impact on subsequent generations of writers and activists.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Hughes's poetry is often analyzed for its powerful portrayal of the Black experience in America, its celebration of Black culture, and its subtle yet firm critique of racial injustice. His use of blues and jazz structures is frequently examined for its contribution to the musicality and emotional depth of his verse.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Hughes was a prolific writer who also worked as a translator, a lyricist for musical productions, and wrote a popular newspaper column, "The Hughes", under various pseudonyms. He often drew inspiration from everyday conversations and observations.

Death and memory

Langston Hughes died in New York City in 1967. He is remembered as one of America's most important poets, a key figure of the Harlem Renaissance, and a tireless advocate for civil rights and Black identity.