Sylvester’s Dying Bed (Langston Hughes Poems)
I woke up this mornin''Bout half-past three.All the womens in townWas gathered round me.Sweet gals was a-moanin',"Sylvester's gonna die!"And a ...
I woke up this mornin''Bout half-past three.All the womens in townWas gathered round me.Sweet gals was a-moanin',"Sylvester's gonna die!"And a ...
It was a long time ago.I have almost forgotten my dream.But it was there then,In front of me,Bright like a ...
I know I amThe Negro ProblemBeing wined and dined,Answering the usual questionsThat come to white mindWhich seeks demurelyTo Probe in ...
Let the rain kiss youLet the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid dropsLet the rain sing you a ...
The night is beautiful,So the faces of my people.The stars are beautiful,So the eyes of my people.Beautiful, also, is the ...
Being walkers with the dawn and morning, Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor ...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance ...
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To ...
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, ...
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day ...
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