Poems List
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!
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.
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.
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?
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!
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!
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.
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.
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!
Comments (0)
NoComments
Langston Hughes: Leading Voice of the Harlem Renaissance | Biography
Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance: Crash Course Literature 215
The Life of Langston Hughes | Biography
Langston Hughes - I, Too
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes - Narration by Viola Davis
Langston Hughes - "The Weary Blues" on CBUT, 1958
Langston Hughes for Kids | History for Kids | Seed of Melanin Kids!
Langston Hughes - Short Biography (Life Story)
Langston Hughes: Harlem Renaissance Poet, Novelist, Playwright | Biography
Langston Hughes reads The Negro Speaks of Rivers
Hughes Dream Harlem (2002)
Langston Hughes - I, Too
Langston Hughes Speaking at UCLA 2/16/1967
Who is Langston Hughes | Fun Facts for Students | Black History Month Videos for Students
Langston Hughes - Life and Times with Alice Walker
Untold Langston Hughes Stories | Interesting Facts
Harlem by Langston Hughes
Martin Luther King Jr. Recites Langston Hughes' "Mother to Son"
Langston Hughes on Trial | McCarthy | American Experience | PBS
Langston Hughes reads The Negro Speaks of Rivers
"Thank You, Ma'am" by Langston Hughes – Audio Narration
1920s: Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes - House in Harlem | Biography
Langston Hughes and His Poetry
"Mother to Son" Langston Hughes recites famous Harlem Renaissance poem
"The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain" (1926) By Langston Hughes
"Dream Deferred (Harlem)" Harlem Renaissance poem Langston Hughes, What happens to a dream deferred?
“I, Too” Video Summary
LANGSTON HUGHES - WikiVidi Documentary
Harlem (1950) by Langston Hughes: Analysis & Commentary
Langston Hughes II: A Tribute to Duke Ellington - Millennium Stage (April 29, 2023)
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes - Poem Summary, Analysis, Review
"The Negro in American Culture" a group discussion (Baldwin, Hughes, Hansberry, Capouya, Kazin)
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
"Let America Be America Again" by Langston Hughes, performed by Aldo Billingslea
Meet the Past: Langston Hughes - April 7, 2009
Salvation - Langston Hughes
A Dream Deferred
Poetry by Langston Hughes - The Weary Blues
Langston Hughes (GA) vs. Carrollton (GA) | Full Game Highlights
5 Poems by Langston Hughes
"Cross" - Langston Hughes [The Black Box]
The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes - Poem Summary, Analysis, Review
Pure Imagination | Langston Hughes II
“Harlem” Video Summary
Poetry: "The Weary Blues" by Langston Hughes (read by Morgan Freeman)
Mother To Son ~ Langston Hughes | Powerful Life Poetry
Dreams - Langston Hughes
"Dreams" (1923) By Langston Hughes
Dreams by Langston Hughes (read by Ben W Smith)