A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.
LANGSTON HUGHESA world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.
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 HUGHESNegro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.
LANGSTON HUGHESFor poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.
LANGSTON HUGHESThe rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm
LANGSTON HUGHESBeauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
LANGSTON HUGHESWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
LANGSTON HUGHESI stay cool, and dig all jive, That’s the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.
LANGSTON HUGHESIt has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.
LANGSTON HUGHESA dream deferred is a dream denied.
LANGSTON HUGHESWe younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.
LANGSTON HUGHESBut 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.
LANGSTON HUGHESI am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
LANGSTON HUGHESHold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
LANGSTON HUGHESThere’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.
LANGSTON HUGHESFolks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
LANGSTON HUGHES