I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems. — 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
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
