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    Posted: October 25 2007 at 9:02am
"Montage of a Dream Deffered"
 
 
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?
 
 
 
"Cross"
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well.
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black.

"Negro"

I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.

I've been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.

I've been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.

I've been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.

I've been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
They lynch me now in Texas.

I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.  
 

As I Grew Older
BY

Langston Hughes


It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
 
"Motto"
I stay cool, and dig all jive,
That's the way I stay alive.
My motto, as I live and learn, is
Dig and be dug, in return.

 
 


Edited by Anomis - October 24 2007 at 12:30am

Wow this one is really good he appears to be confused in the beginning as far as what he is and he saw the light towards the end.

Edited by Karen Shelton - August 04 2015 at 6:43pm

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: October 25 2007 at 12:38pm

are u refering to "Cross"? if so, yes I a gree, he is sorta, coming to grips that he is not one or the other, an issue that puzzles many of our beautiful biracial butterflies, of all the of them I think half white half black struggle the most because of the bleak moments, and legacy between those two races.
 
Tell me; what do you think of Elizabeth Barett Browning
"How do I love The"????????????


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