1. Quiet Girl

    I would liken you
    To a night without stars
    Were it not for your eyes.
    I would liken you
    To a sleep without dreams
    Were it not for your songs.

    By Langston Hughes

     
  2. Po’ Boy Blues

    When I was home de
    Sunshine seemed like gold.
    When I was home de
    Sunshine seemed like gold.
    Since I come up North de
    Whole damn world’s turned cold.

    I was a good boy,
    Never done no wrong.
    Yes, I was a good boy,
    Never done no wrong,
    But this world is weary
    An’ de road is hard an’ long.

    I fell in love with
    A gal I thought was kind.
    Fell in love with
    A gal I thought was kind.
    She made me lose ma money
    An’ almost lose ma mind.

    Weary, weary,
    Weary early in de morn.
    Weary, weary,
    Early, early in de morn.
    I’s so weary
    I wish I’d never been born.


    By Langston Hughes

     
  3. I, Too, Sing America

    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.

    Tomorrow,
    I’ll be at the table
    When company comes.
    Nobody’ll dare
    Say to me,
    “Eat in the kitchen,”
    Then.

    Besides,
    They’ll see how beautiful I am
    And be ashamed—

    I, too, am America.


    by Langston Hughes

     
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    The Negro Speaks of Rivers


    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
    went 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.

    By Langston Hughes


    My Dad bought me a cd collection of poets reading their poetry, so expect some more audio posts from time to time. Thanks, Dad.