Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.
LANGSTON HUGHESYet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.
LANGSTON HUGHESA picture, to be an interesting picture, must be more than a picture, otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object, and not an object of value in itself.
LANGSTON HUGHESCheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.
LANGSTON HUGHESHold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
LANGSTON HUGHESI’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
LANGSTON HUGHESO, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
LANGSTON HUGHESWhen poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
LANGSTON HUGHESEverybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.
LANGSTON HUGHESWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
LANGSTON HUGHESGo home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.
LANGSTON HUGHESWe Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
LANGSTON HUGHESBoth of them were very good and kind – the one who went to church and the one who didn’t. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.
LANGSTON HUGHESRoad’s in front o’ me, Nothin’ to do but walk.
LANGSTON HUGHESThere is no color line in art.
LANGSTON HUGHESEverything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.
LANGSTON HUGHESOut of love, No regrets– Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets– Though the return Be never.
LANGSTON HUGHES