The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.
LANGSTON HUGHESHang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
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There is no color line in art.
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I dream a world… where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream, my world!
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Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
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Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.
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The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.
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Reach Up Your Hand… and take a star.
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I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. If I thought thoughts in bed, Them thoughts would bust my head– So I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.
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The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.
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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
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Looks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you– But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
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Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.
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When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
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The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you’ll finish it.
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The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
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