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Fine living . . . a la carte? e to the Waldorf-Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says about the new Waldorf-Astoria: "All the luxuries of private home. .99lib.. . ." Now, wont that be charming when the last flop-house has turned you down this winter? Furthermore: "It is far beyond anything hitherto attempted iel world. . . ." It cost twe million dollars. The fa- mous Oscar Tschirky is in charge of baing. Alexandre Gastaud is chef. It will be a distinguished background for society. So when youve no place else to go, homeless and hungry ones, choose the Waldorf as a background for ys-- (Or do you still sider the subway after midnight good enough?) ROOMERS Take a room at the new Waldorf, you down-and-outers-- sleepers in charitys flop-houses where God pulls a long face, and you have to pray to get a bed. They serve swell board at the Waldorf-Astoria. Look at the menu, will you: GUMBO CREOLE CRABMEAT IN CASSOLETTE BOILED BRISKET OF BEEF SMALL ONIONS IN CREAM WATERCRESS SALAD PEACH MELBA Have luhere this afternoon, all you jobless. Why not? Dih some of the men and women who got rich off of your labor, who clip coupons with white fingers because your hands dug coal, drilled stone, sewed gar- ments, poured steel to let other people draw divid9９lｉb?ends and live easy. (Or havent you had enough yet of the soup-lines and the bit- ter bread of charity?) Walk through Peacock Alley tonight before dinner, a warm, anyway. Youve got nothing else to do. Langston Hughes April Rain Song April Rain Song Let the rain kiss you Let the rain ９９ｌｉb?beat upon your head with silver liquid dro九九藏书ps Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools iter The ra?９9ｌｉb.in plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain. Langston Hughes As I Grew Older As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost fotten 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 lohe light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall藏书网! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this dar99lｉｂ.kness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun! Langston Hughes.９9liｂ. Bad Morning Bad M Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy-mercy! Is frustrated! Langston Hughes Childrens Rhymes Childrens Rhymes By what sends t九九藏书he white kids I ai: I know I t be President. What dont bug them white kids sure bugs me.99lib.t>: We k.9９ｌｉｂ.now everybody aint free. Lies written down for white folks aint for us a-tall: <i>Liberty And Justice--</i> Huh!--<i>For All?</i> Langston Hughes Cross Cross My old mans a white old man And my old mothers black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take m
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y curses back. If 藏书网ever I cursed my blaother And wished she were in hell, Im sorry for that evil wish And n藏书网ow I wish her well My old man died in a fine big house. My ma died in a shack. I wonder were 9９lｉb?Im going to die, Beiher white nor black? Langston Hughes Cultural Exchange Cultural Exge.99lib. 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 wont 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 Leontynes unpag. 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 creens Is gently stewing. Pushcarts fold and unfold In a supermarket sea. Ater find out, mama, Where is the colored laundromat Since we move dup to Mount Vernon. I begind the paper doors on the old iron stove whats cooking? Whats smelling, Leontyne? Lieder, lovely Lieder And a leaf of creen. Lovely Lieder, Leontyne. You knht at Christmas They asked me if my blaess, 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-- es the COLORED HOUR: Mar.９９liｂ.tin Luther King is Governor of Geia, Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser, A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy. In white pillared mansions Sitting on their wide verandas, Sitting on their wide verandas,?９９liｂ? Wealthy Negroes have white servants, White sharecroppers work th
e 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! <i>Culture, they say, is a two-way street:</i> Hand me my mint julep, mammny. Hurry up! Make haste! Langston Hughes九九藏书 Daybreak in Alabama Daybreak in Alabama When I get to be a poser Im gonna write me s.９９ｌｉb?ome music about Daybreak in Alabama And Im gonna put the purtiest songs in it Rising out of the ground like a s mist And falling o.. of heaven like soft dew. Im gonna put some tall tall trees in it And the st of pine needles And the smell of red clay after rain And long red necks And poppy colored faces And big brown arms And the field daisy eyes Of blad white black white black people And Im gonna put white hands And black hands and brown and yellow hands And red clay earth ..hands in it Toug everybody with kind fingers And toug each other natural as dew In that dawn of music when I Get to be a poser And write about dayb.9９ｌiｂ?reak In Alabama. Langston Hughes Democracy Democracy Democracy will not e Toda?t>y, this year Nor ever Through promise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my t99lｉｂ.wo 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 Im dead. I ot live on tomorrows bread. Freedom Is a strong seed Planted In a great need. I live here, too. I want freedom Just as you. Langston Hughes Dinner Guest: Me Dinner Guest: Me I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the 9９ｌib?usual questions That e to white mind Which seeks demurely To Probe in polite way The why and wher９９lib?hal Of darkness U.S.A.-?- Wonderi藏书网ng how things got this way In current democratiight, Murmurily Over fraises du bois, "Im so ashamed of being white." The lobster is delicious, The wine divine, Aer of attention At the damask table, mine. To be a Problem on Park Ave eight Is not so bad. Solutions to the Problem, Of course, wait. Langston Hughes Dream Deferred Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like r.otte? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Langston Hughes Dream Variations Dream Variations>?9９ｌｉｂ. To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. The at cool evening Beh a tall tree While night es o>?9９ｌib.ly, Dark like me- That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... Night ing teerly Black like me. Langston Hughes Dreams Dreams? Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die L.99ｌib?ife is a broken-wing藏书网ed bird That ot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Langston Hughes99lｉｂ? Ennui Ennui Its such a Bore Being always Poor. Langston Hughes Freedoms Plow Freedoms Plow When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but , When a man starts to build a world, He starts first with himself And the faith that is in his heart- The strength there, The will there to build. First in the heart is the dream- Then the mind starts seeking a way. His eyes look out on the world, On the great wooded world, On the rich soil of the world, On the rivers of the world. The eyes see there materials for building, See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles. The mind seeks a way to overe these obstacles. The hand seeks tools to cut the wood, To till the soil, and harhe power of the waters. Then the hand seeks other hands to help, A unity of hands to help- Thus the dream bees not one mans dream alone, But a unity dream. Not my dream alone, but our dream. Not my world alone, But your world and my world, Belonging to all the hands who build. 9９lib?A long time ago, but not too long ago, Ships came from across the sea Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers, Adventurers and booty seekers, Free men and iured servants, Slave men and slave masters, all new- To a new world, America! With billowing sails the galleons came Bringing men and dreams9９ｌib?, women and dreams. In little bands together, Heart reag out to heart, Hand reag out to hand, They began to build our land. Some were free hands Seeking a greater freedom, Some were iured hands Hoping to find their freedom, Some were slave hands Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom, But the word was there always: Freedom. Down into the earth went the plow Down into the earth went the plow In the free hands and the slave hands, In iured hands and adventurous hands, Turning tbbr>he rich soil went the plow in many hands That planted and harvested the food that fed And the cotton that clothed America. g against the trees went the ax into many hands That hewed and shaped the rooftops of America. Splash into the rivers and the seas went the boat-hulls That moved and transported America. Crack went the whips that drove the horses Across the plains of America. Free hands and slave hands, Iured hands, adventurous hands, White hands and black hands Held the plow handles, Ax handles, hammer handles, Lauhe boats and whipped the horses That fed and housed and moved America. Thus together through labor, All these hands made America. Labor! Out of labor came villages And the towns that grew cities. Labor! Out of labor came the rowboats And the sailboats and the steamboats, Came the wagons, and the coaches, Covered wagons, stage coaches, Out of labor came the factories, Came the foundries, came the railroad>藏书网s. Came the marts and markets, shops and stores, Came the mighty produ?99lｉb?s moulded, manufactured, Sold in shops, piled in warehouses, Shipped the wide world over: Out of labor-white hands and black hands- Came the .t>dream, the strength, the will, And the way to build America. Now it is Me here, and You there. Now its Manhattan, Chicago, Seattle, New Orleans, Boston and El Paso- Now its the U.S.A. A long time ago, but not too long ago, a man said: ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL-- ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR WITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS-- AMONG THESE LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. His name was Jefferson. There were slaves then, But in their hearts the slaves believed him, too, And silently too for granted And silently toranted That what he said was also meant for them. It was a long time ago, But not so long ago at that, Lin said: NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN WITHOUT THAT OTHERS SENT. There were slaves then, too, But in their hearts the slaves knew What he said must be meant for every human being- Else it had no meaning for anyone. Then a man said: BETTER TO DIE FREE THAN TO LIVE SLAVES He was a colored man who had been a slave But had run away to freedom. And the slaves knew What Frederick Douglass said was true. With John Brown at Harpers Ferry, Negroes died. John Brown was hung. Before the Civil War, days were dark, And nobody knew for sure When freedom would triumph "Or if it would," thought some. But others had to triumph. In those dark days of slavery, Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom, The slaves made up a song: Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On! That so just what it said: Hold On! Freedom will e! Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On! Out of war it came, bloody and terrible! But it came! Some there were, as always, Who doubted that the war would end right, That the slaves would be free, Or that the union would stand, But now we know how it all came out. Out of the darkest days for people and a nation, We kno it came out. There was light whetle clouds rolled away. There was a great wooded land, And men united as a nation. America is a dream. The poet says it romises. The people say it is promises-that will e true. The people do not always say things out loud, Nor write them down on paper. The people often hold Great thoughts in their deepest hearts Great thoughts in their deepest hearts And sometimes only blunderingly express them, Haltingly and stumblingly say them, And faultily put them into practice. The people do not always uand each other. But there is, somewhere there, Always the trying to u９9lｉb?and, And the trying to say, "You are a man. Together we are building our land." America! Land created in on, Dream nourished in on, Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on! If the house is not yet finished, Dont be disced, builder! If the fight is not yet won, Dont be weary, soldier! The plan and the pattern is here, Woven from the beginning Into the and woof of America: ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL. NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN WITHOUT HIS SENT. BETTER DIE FREE, THAN TO LIVE SLAVES. Who said those things? Ameris! Who owns those words? America! Who is America? You, me! We are America! To the enemy who would quer us from without, We say, NO! To the enemy w.9９ｌib?would divide And quer us from within, We say, NO! FREEDOM! BROTHERHOOD! DEMOCRACY! To all the enemies of these great words: We say, NO! A long time ago, An enslaved people heading toward freedom Made up a song: Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On! The plow plowed a new furrow Across the field of history. Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped. From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow. That tree is for everybody, For all America, for all the world. May its branches spread and shelter grow May its branches spread and shelter grow 藏书网Until all races and all peoples know its shade. KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON! Submitted by Denice Ja Langston Hughes Freedoms Plow Freedoms Plow When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but , When a man starts to build a world, He starts first with himself And the faith that is in his heart- The strength there, The will there to build. First in the heart is the dream- Then the min藏书网d starts seeking a way. His eyes look out on the world, On the great wooded world, On the rich soil of the world, On the rivers of the world. The eyes see there materials for building, See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles. The mind seeks a way to overe these obstacles. The hand seeks tools to cut the wood, To till the soil, and harhe power of the waters. Then the hand seeks other hands to help, A unity of hands to help- Thus the d?ream bees not one man’s dream alone, But a unity dream. Not my dream alone, but our dream. Not my world alone, But your world and my world, Belonging to all the hands who build. A long time ago, but not too long ago, Ships came from across the sea Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers, Adventurers and booty seekers, Free men and iured servants, Slave men and slave masters, all new- To a new world, America! With billowing sails the galleons came Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams. In little bands together, Heart reag out to heart, Hand reag out to hand, They began to buil..d our land. Some were free hands Seeking a greater freedom, Some were iured hands Hoping to find their freedom, Some were slave hands Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom, But the word was there always: Freedom. I, Too I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They seo eat i When pany es, But I laugh, A well?, And grow strong. Tomorrow, Ill be at the table When pany es. Nobodyll９９ｌib. dare Say to me, "Eat i," Then. Besides, Theyll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. Langston Hughes>? I, Too, Sing America I, Too, Sing America I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send m9９liｂ?e to eat i When pany es, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, Ill be at the table When ark>藏书网pany es. Nobodyll dare Say to me, "Eat i," Then. Besides, Theyll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed?-- I, too, am America. Langston Hughes Jazzonia Jazzonia Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long-headed jazzers play. A dang girl whose eyes are bold Lifts high a dress of silken gold. Oh, singing treebbr>?! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! Were Eves eyes I.n the first garden Just a bit too bold? Was Cleeous In a gown of gold? Oh, shining tree! Oh, silver rivers of the soul! In a whirling cabaret Six long-headed jabbr>zzers play. Langston Hughes Juke Box Love Song Juke Box Love Song I could take the Harlem night and around you, Take the neon li..ghts and make a , Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways, And for yo.ur love song toheir rumble down. Take Harlems heartbeat, Make a drumbeat, Put it on a record, l..et it whirl, And while we listen to it play, Dah you till day-- Dah you, my sweet brown Harlem girl. Langston Hughes藏书网 Justice Justice That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes. Langston Hughes Let America be America Again Let Amer.ica be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (Ameriever was Amerie.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings ive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was Amerie.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is ed with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (Theres never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed ap９９ｌｉb?art, I am the Negro bearing slaverys scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutg the hope I seek-- And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that a endless Of profit, pain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for ones own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the mae. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten ..yet today--O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet Im the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream s, so brave, so true, That eves mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned In every brid stone, in every furrow turned9９lib? Thats made America the land it has bee. O, Im the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home-- For Im the one who left dark Irelands shore, And Polands plain, and Englands grassy lea, And torn from Black Africas strand I came To build a "homeland of the free." The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down wher?ike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams weve dreamed And all the songs weve sung And all the hopes weve held And all the flags weve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay-- Except the dream thats almost dead today. O, let America be America again-- The land that never has bee-- A ..must be--the land where every man is free. The land thats mihe poor mans, Indians, Negros, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring baighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-- The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the peoples lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, Ameriever was Ameri?e, A I swear this oath-- America will be! Out of the rad ruin of angster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mihe plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-?9９ｌiｂ?- And make America again! Langston Hughes Life Is Fine Life Is Firong> I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldnt, So I jumped in and sank. I came up ond ho?９９lｉｂ.llered! I came up twid cried! If that water hadnt a-been so cold I mightve sunk and died. But it was Cold in tha藏书网t water! It was cold! I took the elevator９9ｌｉｂ. Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And tho..ught I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadnt a-been so high I mightve jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high! So since Im still here livin, I guess I will live on. I couldve died for love-- Bu.t for livin I was born Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- Ill be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine! Langston Hughes Love Song for Lucinda Love Song for Luda Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its entment Will never let you be. Love Is a bright star Glowing in far Southern skies. Look too hard And its burning flame Will always hurt.. your eyes. Love Is a high mountain Stark in a windy sky. If you Would never lose your breath 藏书网Do not climb too high. Langston Hughes.. Madam and Her Madam Madam and Her Madam I worked for a woman, She wasnt mean-- But she had a twelve-room House to clea藏书网n. Had to get breakfast, Dinner, and supper, too-- Then take care of her children When I got through. Wash, iron, and scrub, Walk the dog around-- It was too much, Nearly broke me down. I said, Madam, it be Y to make a Pack-horse out of me? She opened her mouth. She cried, Oh, no! You know, Alberta, I love you so! I said, Madam, That may be true-- But Ill be dogged If I love you! Langston Hughes Madam and the Phone Bill Madam and the Phone Bill You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, tral That w99ｌib?as then! Im mad and disgusted With that Negro now. I dont pay no REVERSED CHARGES nohow. You say, I will pay it-- Else youll take out my phone? You better let My phone alone. I didnt ask him To telephone me. Roscoe knows darn well LONG DISTANCE Aint free. If I ever >.catch him, Lawd, have pity! Calling me up From Kansas City. Just to say he loves me! I khat was so. Why didell me somen I dont know? For instance, what Them irls do That Alberta K. Johnson t do--and more, too? Whats that, tral? You say you dont care Nothing about my Private affair? Well, even less about your PHONE BILL, does I care! Un-humm-m! . . . Yes! You say I gave my O.K.? Well, that O.K. you may keep-- But I sure aint gonna pay! Langston Hughes Merry-Go-Round Merry-Go-Round Where is the Jim Crow se On this merry-go-round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I e from White and colored t sit side by side. Down South orain Theres a Jim Crow car. On the bus were 9９ｌｉb?put in the back— But there aint no back To a merry-go-round! Wheres the horse For a kid thats black? Langston Hughes Minstrel Man Minstrel Man Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long? Because my mouth Is wide with laughter, You do not hear My inner cry? Because my feet Are gay with dang, You do not know I die? Langston Hughes９９lｉｂ? Mother to Son Mother to Son Well, son, Ill tell you: Life for me aint been no crystal stair. Its had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time Ise been a-climbin on, And rea landins, And turnin ers, And sometimes goin in the dark Where there aint been no light. So, boy, dont you turn back. Dont you set down oeps. Cause you finds its kinder hard. Dont you fall now— For Ise ?still goin, honey, Ise still climbin, And life for me aint been no crystal stair. Langston Hughes My People My People The night is beautif>ul, So the fay people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. 99lｉｂ?Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. Langston Hughes Negro Speaks of Rivers Negro Speaks of Rivers Ive known rivers: Ive known rivers a as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human rivers My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young I built my hut he go and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above ... I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lin went down to New Orleans, and Ive seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the su Ive known rivers: A,. dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Langston Hughes Night Funeral in Harlem Night Funeral in Harlem Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance lapsed the other day-- Yet藏书网 they got a satin box for his head to lay. Night f藏书网uneral In Harlem: Who was it sent That wreath of flowers? Them flowers came from that poor boys friends-- Theyll want flowers, too, When they meet their ends. Night funeral in Harlem: Who preached that Black boy to his grave? Old preacher man Preached that boy away-- Charged Five Dollars His girl friend had to pay. Night funeral In Harlem: When it was all over And the lid shut on his head and the an had done ９９lｉｂ?played and thbbr>?９９lib?e last prayers been said and six pallbearers Carried him out for dead And off down Lenox Avenue That long black hearse done sped, The street light At his er Shined just like a tear-- That boy that they was mournin Was so dear, so dear To them folks that brought the flowers, To that girl who paid the preacher man-- It was all their tears that made That poor boys That poor boys Funeral grand. Night funeral In Harlem. Langston Hughes Oppression Oppression Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.. In some lands Dark night And cold steel Prevail But the dream Will e back, And the song Break Its jail. Langston Hughes Po Boy Blues Po Boy Blues When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home d藏书网e Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I.９9liｂ? e up North de Whole damn worlds turned cold. I was a good boy, Never done n. Yes, I was a good boy, Never done n, But this world is weary An de road is hard an long. I fell in love with A gal I thought was kind. Fell in love with A gal I thought was ki99lｉｂ?nd. She made me lose ma money An almost lose ma mind. Weary, weary, Weary early in de morn. Weary, weary, Early, early in de morn. Is so weary I wish Id never b.een born. Langston Hughes Problems Problems 2 and 2 a藏书网re 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happe藏书网n ?99lｉb?If the last 4 was late? And how would it be If one 2 was me? Or if the firs藏书网t 4 was you Divided by 2? Langston Hughes Quiet Girl Quiet Girl I would liken you To a. night without stars Were it not for your eyes. ?I would liken you To a sl>eep without dreams Were it not for your songs. Langston Hughes Sea Calm Sea Calm How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. Langston Hughes Still Here Still Here been scared an>d battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has fri?z me, Sun has baked me, Looks like betweehey done Tried to make me Stop laughin, stop lovin, stop livin-- But I dont care! Im still here! Langston Hughes? The Blues The Blues When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And youre in a hurry- Thats? the blues. When you go to buy a dy bar And youve lost the dime you had- Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere- Thats the blues, t.９９lib.oo, and bad! Submitted by Denice Ja Langston Hughesbbr>. The Dream Keeper The Dream Keeperbbr>?99lｉｂ? Brin>.g me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may them In a blue cloud-cloth Away. from the th fingers Of the world. Langston Hughes藏书网 The Negro Mother The Negro Mother Children, I e back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face -- dark as the night -- Yet shining like the sun with loves true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- Children sold away from me, Im husband sold, too. No safety , no love, no respect was I due. Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, Im reag the goal. Now, through my children, young and?９9lｉb? free, I realized the blessio me. I couldhen. I couldnt write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes,９9ｌｉｂ? the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- I was the seed of the ing Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. I had only hope then , but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must e true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road t>o the light Out of the darkness, the ignorahe night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supp my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slavers track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- But march ever fo?rward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs -- For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother. Langston Hughes The Negro Speaks Of Rivers The Negro Speaks Of Rivers.. Ive known rivers: Ive known rivers a as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hu..t he go and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lin went do>?n to New Orleans, and Ive seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the suns... Ive known rivers: A, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Langston Hughes The Weary Blues The Weary Blues Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rog bad forth to a mellow , I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avehe ht By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway .... He did a lazy sway .... To the tuhose Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! ing from a black mans soul. O Blues! In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan-- "Aint got nobody in all this world, Aint got nobody but ma self. Is gwio quit ma frownin And put ma tr?9９lｉｂ?oubles on the shelf." Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords the>n he sang some more-- "I got the Weary Blues And I t be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And t be satisfied-- I aint happy no mo And I wish that I had died." And far into the night he ed that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The siopped playing ao bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man thats dead. Langston Hughes Theme for English B Theme flish B The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. Ahat page e out of you-- Then, it will be true. I wonder if its that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem９9lｉb?, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I e to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page: Its not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess Im what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York, too.) Me--who? Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and uand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesnt make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? Bei> will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white-- yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. Thats Ameri. Sometimes perhaps you dont want to be a part 99ｌib?of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you. But we are, thats true! As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me-- although youre older--and white-- and somewhat more free. This is my page flish B. Langston Hughes Wake Wake Tell all my mourners To mourn in red -- Cause there aint no sense In my bein dead. Langston Hughes Walkers with the Dawn Walkers with the Dawn Being walkers with the dawn and m, Walkers with the sun and m.., We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness-- Being walkers with the sun and m. Langston Hughes Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too? Will V-Day Be Me-Day Too? Over There, World War II. Dear Fellow Americ藏书网ans, I write this .9９lｉｂ.letter Hoping times will be better When this war Is through. Im a Tan-skinned Yank Driving a tank. I ask, WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO? I wear a U. S. uniform. Ive dohe enemy much harm, Ive driven back The Germans and the Japs, From Burma to the Rhine. On every battle line, Ive dropped defeat Into the Fascists laps. I am a Negro Ameri Out to defend my land Army, Navy, Air Corps-- I am there. I take munitions through, I fight--or stevedore, too. I face death the same as you do Everywhere. Ive seen my buddy lying Where he fell. Ive watched him dying I promised him that I would try To make our land a land Where his son could be a man-- And thered be no Jim Crow birds Left in our sky. So this is what I want to know: When we see Victlow, Will you still let old Jim Crow Hold me back? When all those fn folks whove waited-- Italians, ese, Danes--are liberated. Will I still be ill-fated Because Im black? Here in my own, my native land, Will the Jim Crow laws still stand? Will Dixie lynch me still When I return? Or will you rades in arms From the factories and the farms, Have learned what this war Was fought for us to learn? When I take off my uniform, Will I be safe from harm-- Or will you do me As the Germans did the Jews? When Ive ..helped this world to save, Shall I still be colors slave? Or will Victory ge Your antiquated views? You t say I didnt fight To smash the Fascists might. You t say I wasnt with you in each battle. As a soldier, and a friend. When this war es to an end, Will you herd me in a Jim Crow car Like cattle? Or will you stand up like a man At home and take your stand For Democracy? Thats all I ask of you. When we lay the guns away To celebrate Our Victory Day WILL V-DAY BE ME-DAY, TOO? Thats what I want to know. Sincerely, GI Joe. Langston Hughes 黑人 黑人 我是黑人 像黑夜一样黑， 像我的非洲腹地一样黑。 我是奴隶： 凯撒要我洗大门。 华盛顿让我bbr>擦靴子。 我9９lib?是工人： 金字塔在我手下升起。 我给伍尔窝斯大楼拌灰泥。 我是歌手： 打非洲来到乔治亚一路带来悲伤的歌。 我演出爵士乐。 我是牺牲者： 比利时人在刚果剁断我的手。 现在我在得克萨斯受私刑。 我是黑人 像黑夜一样黑， 像我 7684." >的非洲腹地一样黑。.9９liｂ. 1926 黑人谈河 黑人谈河 我了解河流， 我了解河流和世界一样古老，比人类血管中的血流还要古老。 我的灵魂与河流一样深沉。 当朝霞初升，我沐浴在幼发拉底斯河。 我在刚果河旁搭茅棚，波声催我入睡。 我俯视着尼罗河，建起了金字塔。 当阿伯。林肯南下新奥尔良，我听到密西西比河在歌唱，我看到河流混浊的胸脯 被落日染得一江金黄。 我了解河流， 古老的，幽暗的河流。 我..的灵魂与河流一样深沉。 1926 短暂的爱情 短暂的爱情 因为你是我的一支歌， 我唱你不能太久太多。 因为你 662f." >是我的一番祈祷， 我不能到处把你絮叨。 因为你是我的一朵玫瑰， 盛夏之后你将一去不回。 申奥译 爱的原因 爱的原因藏书网 正因为我爱你—— 就是 8fd9." >这个原因.. 我的灵魂象蝴蝶翅膀一样 五彩缤纷。 正因为我爱你—— 就是这个原因 当你?走过时 我的心象白杨叶一样颤震。 申奥译天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》