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Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.

Langston Hughes

Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
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Born Death Hard Love Yourself
Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.
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Love Naked Shadow Tree Yourself
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.
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Calm Cool Face Kiss Myself River
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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Rain Sing Song
Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.
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Leaving Love Old Soul Yourself
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank.
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Jump Myself River Thinking
I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
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Black Identity Myself Personality
I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
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Democracy God Government Myself See
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
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Beautiful Death Escape Happiness
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
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Condition Explanation Human Kind Seek
Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
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Fortune Hell Summer Taste Winter Yourself
I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
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Beautiful Goodness Kind Myself Wait World
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed – Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
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Dreams Greatness Kind Man Oneself Strong
Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
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Heaven Love Time
Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I’m still pulling.
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Big Life Myself
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything.
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Best Feeling Happiness Myself Poem Worst Writing

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