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The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Langston Hughes

A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.
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Black Dreams Earth Freedom Man Race White World Yourself
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything.
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Best Feeling Happiness Myself Poem Worst Writing
If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who’s coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.
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Beautiful Children Help Honor Man Race Respect Woman Writing Young
Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.
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Home Page Poet True Writing Yourself
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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Finish Start Way Yourself
The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.
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Alcohol Depression Fall
Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
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Break Care Life Patience Perspective
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
Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
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Home Live Misery Radio Thinking 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 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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Dreams Head Kind Man Myself World
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
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Love Myself Night Play Rain Song
Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
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Heaven Love Time
There is no color line in art.
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Art Color Line One Liner
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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Head Kiss Rain Sing Yourself
Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.
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Love Naked Shadow Tree Yourself

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