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 .
Langston Hughes
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The Dream Keeper
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began ––
I loved my friend.
Langston Hughes
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
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Harlem
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore ––
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over ––
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes
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Troubled Woman
She stands
In the quiet darkness,
This troubled woman
Bowed by
Weariness and pain
Like an autumn flower
In the frozen rain,
Like a
Wind-blown autumn flower
That never lifts its head
Again
Langston Hughes
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we never paid any heeds to the ancient prophecies,like fools we clung to the old hatreds , and fought as we had for generations,unti the day sky rained fire, and a new enemy came upon us , we stand now upon the brink of destruction , for the rein of chaos has com at last.
ReplyDeleteHarlem was the very dream black Americans sought and they poured from every nook and cranny into it. But the outcome was a dream deferred. What a bitter irony. The more they yearned, the less they gained.
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