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
grandmother stories taught
Through my grandmother's stories always life moved, moved heroically toward an end. Nobody ever cried in my grandmother's stories. They worked, or schemed, or fought. But no crying. When my grandmother died, I didn't cry, either. Something about my grandmother's stories (without her ever having said so) taught me the uselessness of crying about anything."
stars hands
Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.
song rain sleep
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
taken order cities
Anyday, one can walk down the street in a big city and see a thousand people. Any photographer can photograph these people - but very few photographers can make their prints not only reproductions of the people taken, but a comment upon them - or more, a comment upon their lives - or more still, a comment upon the social order that creates these lives.
walks fronts walking
Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.
white feet miles
These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored.
color lines
There is no color line in death.
rain kissing-him best-kiss
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
song america long
But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.
wind snow looks
I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!
dream morning thinking
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?
dream black-history flying
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams...
hands
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
giving people doe
Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.