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Negro Speaks of Rivers
by Langston Hughes
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.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
wne down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient,dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Dreams
by Langston Hughes

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.

Dream Variations
by Langston Hughes

To Fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To Whirl and to dance, Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me-- That is my Dream!

To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day id done, Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me. This site is the property and copyright (c) of Angela R. Palmer (Poetic Visions)2005 contact author. Hosted by www.Geocities.ws