Langston Hughes Poetry

James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form called jazz poetry. Hughes is best known as a leader of the Ha... Read More

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I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in a

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to

The rent man knocked.
He said, Howdy-do?
I said, What
Can I do for you?
He said, You know
Yo

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Wi

Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the

The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my name
To put it down.

I said, Johnson,
Alber

I worked for a woman,
She wasn't mean--
But she had a twelve-room
House to clean.

Had to get b

My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I'm smart that way.

I

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,
You do not think
I su

My old mule,
He's gota grin on his face.
He's been a mule so long
He's forgotten about his race.

You say I O.K.ed
LONG DISTANCE?
O.K.ed it when?
My goodness, Central
That was then!

I'm mad a

I was so sick last night I
Didn’t hardly know my mind.
So sick last night I
Didn’t know my

My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And spli

I got to leave this town.
It’s a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
It’s a lonesome

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,

One who claims that he knows about it
Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees, and

Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plai

Langston Hughes Poetry

James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form called jazz poetry. Hughes is best known as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance in New York City. He famously wrote about the period that "the negro was in vogue", which was later paraphrased as "when Harlem was in vogue".... Read More