Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.
LANGSTON HUGHESWhen poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.
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There is no color line in art.
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I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.
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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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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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The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.
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I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
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Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
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We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
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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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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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Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
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There’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.
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Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.
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