Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat? — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
A world I dream where black or white, whatever race you be, will share the bounties of the earth and every man… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“This, the dream and the dreamer, wandering in the desert from Hopkinsville to Vienna in love with a streetwalker named Music.…” — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
I dream a world... where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed - Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up - like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Hold fast to dreams. For if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams. For when… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“Oppression Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers. In some lands Dark night And cold steel… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
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… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“As I Grew Older" It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
You and I By Henry Alford My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call.… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode? — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“ The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat? — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class, and our English teacher was… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“As I Grew Older" It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Words Like Freedom There are words like Freedom Sweet and wonderful to say. On my heartstrings freedom sings All day everyday. There are words… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“In America the magazines in which one can frequently publish stories or poems about Negroes are very few, and most of these do not… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Do you know that there are libraries in our country… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line. — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
