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Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

Langston Hughes

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
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Afraid Artist Choice Fear Freedom
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.
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Calm Cool Face Kiss Myself River
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
Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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Country Dangerous Grave Himself Poet Poetry Politics World
Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.
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Acceptance Black Blood Inspirational Powerful
Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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Grave Himself Poet Poetry Politics
Life dosent frighten me at all.
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Fear Life Myself One Liner Scare
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.
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Black Eyes Hide Justice
I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.
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Believe Creative Direction Politics Reaction Success Thinking Writing
Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.
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Drive God Hope Myself Place Time
This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.
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Hungry Morning Myself Price
Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.
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Leaving Love Old Soul Yourself
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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Deep Growth Human Old River Soul World
I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She’ll make you so jealous, you’ll bust!
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Fall In Love Herself Jealous Woman Yourself
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
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Hands Hold On Yourself
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

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