Langston Hughes. Poetry. Winter Moon. How thin and sharp is the moon tonight! How thin and sharp and ghostly white Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!. The Kids in School with Me. When I studied my A-B-C's And learned arithmetic, I also learned in public school
How thin and sharp is the moon tonight!
How thin and sharp and ghostly white
Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!
When I studied my A-B-C's
And learned arithmetic,
I also learned in public school
What makes America tick:
The kid in front
And the kid behind
And the kid across the aisle,
The Italian kid
And the Polish kid
And the girl with the Irish smile,
The colored kid
And the Spanish kid
And the Russian kid my size,
The Jewish kid
And the Grecian kid
And the girl with the Chinese eyes--
We were a regular Noah's ark,
Every race beneath the sun,
But our motto for graduation was:
One for All and All for One!
The kid in front
And the kid behind
And the kid across from me--
Just American kids together
The kids in school with me.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night-
And I love the rain.
Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,"
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
In time of silver rain The earth Puts forth new life again Green grasses grow And flowers lift their heads And over all the plain The wonder spreads
In time of silver rain The butterflies Lift silken wings To catch a rainbow And trees put forth New leaves to sing In joy beneath the sky As down the roadway Passing, boys and girls go singing too, In time of silver rain
I dream a world where manNo other man will scorn,Where love will bless the earthAnd peace its paths adornI dream a world where allWill know sweet freedom's way,Where greed no longer saps the soulNor avarice blights our day.A world I dream where black or white,Whatever race you be,Will share the bounties of the earthAnd every man is free,Where wretchedness will hang its headAnd joy, like a pearl,Attends the needs of all mankind-Of such I dream, my world!
When the shoe strings break
On both your shoes
And you're in a hurry--
That's the blues.
When you go to buy a candy bar
And you've lost the dime you had--
Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere--
That's the blues, too, and bad!
Rover was in clover
With a bone
On the front lawn--
But Rover's fun was over
When his bone
There’s a new skyline in Harlem,
It’s tall and proud and fine.
At night its walls are gleaming
Where a thousand windows shine.
There’s a new skyline in Harlem
That belongs to you and me
As the dark old ugly houses
Tumble into memory-
Memories of those dingy stairs,
Memory of my helpless prayers,
Memories of the landlord’s stares
When you asked him for a few repairs
Now there’s a new skyline in Harlem
It’s rising tall and free-
She,In the dark,Found lightBrighter than many ever see.She,Within herself,Found loveliness,Through the soul's own mastery.And now the world receivesFrom her dower:The message of the strengthOf inner power.