I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? Langston Hughes More Quotes by Langston Hughes More Quotes From Langston Hughes You and I By Henry Alford My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call. I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full, frank sympathy; We ought to be together—you and I; We want each other so, to comprehend The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought. Companion, comforter and guide and friend, As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought. Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, We ought to be together, you and I. Langston Hughes cheerlonelydream Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree. Langston Hughes shadowtreelove-is Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h! Langston Hughes dreammorningthinking It were depression, too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out, also the job. Langston Hughes unemploymentcuttingjobs These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored. Langston Hughes mileswhitefeet Sometimes I wish the public were equally aware of the men of our race in the cultural fields. You, for instance, have you ever bought a book by a Negro writer? Langston Hughes readingmenbook Don't come giving me, who's old enough to die and too near blind to create anything any more anyhow, a great big banquet that you eat up in honor of your own stomachs as much as in honor of me- who's toothless and can't eat. Langston Hughes blindhonorgiving When I were a young man, I used to play baseball and steal bases just like Jackie Robinson. If the empire would rule me out, I would get mad and hit the empire. Langston Hughes baseballsportsmen As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from. Langston Hughes georgianew-yorklong Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas Langston Hughes kansasbeautifulbook So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born. Langston Hughes diedbornstills In the spring rain, the pond and the river become one. Into every life some rain must fall. Usually when your car windows are down. It raineth on the Just and the Unjust Alike, But the Unjust stealeth the Just's umbrella Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. Langston Hughes rainspringfall Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon. Langston Hughes tunesmoonlittles Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest. Langston Hughes harvest A picture, to be an interesting picture, must be more than a picture, otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object, and not an object of value in itself. Langston Hughes reproductionobjectsinteresting This is the mountain standing in the way of any true Negro art in America - this urge within the race toward whiteness, the desire to pour racial individuality into the mold of American standardization, and to be as little Negro and as much American as possible. Langston Hughes raceamericaart Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. Langston Hughes naturebeautyfall The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain. Langston Hughes rainsleepsong Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Do you know that there are libraries in our country that will not stock a book by a Negro writer, not even as a gift? There are towns where Negro newspapers and magazines cannot be sold except surreptitiously. There are American magazines that have never published anything by Negroes. There are film studios that have never hired a Negro writer. Censorship for us begins at the color line. Langston Hughes colorcountrybook While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve and hate will die unborn. Love and chains are broken. Langston Hughes alabamahatebroken
