Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
James Mercer Langston Hugheswas an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 February 1902
CityJoplin, MO
CountryUnited States of America
christian nice people
Americans of good-will, the nice decent church people, the well-meaning liberals, the good hearted souls who themselves wouldn't lynch anyone, must begin to realize that they have to be more than passively good-hearted, more than church goingly Christian, and much more than word-of-mouth in the liberalism.
dream stars dust
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
dust rainbow helping
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.
color racism poetry
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
arms no-love
Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.
sleep thinking drink
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
equality america air
Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.
life music death
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
freedom people needs
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.
house police intolerance
They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots. They used to beat your head right in public, but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.
night tree black
Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me
dream men white
A world I dream where black or white, whatever race you be, will share the bounties of the earth and every man is free
rivers soul veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
summer rain heart
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it ... what you wish in your secret heart were not funny, but it is, and you must laugh. Humor is your own unconscious therapy. Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air, and you.