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12 de fev. de 2023 · Cinco poemas de Langston Hughes. [1] The weary blues. Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night. By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light. He did a lazy sway.….
James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1902 – May 22, 1967) was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry. Hughes is best known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance. He famously wrote about the period that “the negro was in vogue” which was later paraphrased as ...
Encontrados 3 pensamentos de Langston Hughes. Tudo que existe deixa ferrugem em sua alma, exceto o amor. Langston Hughes. Inserida por Lissinha1958. 1 compartilhamento. “Agarre-se a seus sonhos, pois, se eles morrerem, a vida será como um pássaro de asa quebrada, incapaz de voar.”. Langston Hughes.
8 de fev. de 2024 · Langston Hughes. James Mercer Langston Hughes was born on February 1, 1901, in Joplin, Missouri. Hughes’s birth year was revised from 1902 to 1901 after new research from 2018 uncovered that he had been born a year earlier. His parents, James Nathaniel Hughes and Carrie Langston Hughes, divorced when he was a young child, and his father moved ...
8 de dez. de 2013 · Langston Hughes, Marian Anderson, Romare Bearden. Avesso que sou a efemérides com pretexto necrófilo, passo habitualmente esses eventos mediáticos em silêncio. A morte de Mandela, no que pode significar do fim de um tempo, leva-me a recordar o belo poema de Langston Hughes (1902-1967)I, Too. Eu também. Eu, também, canto América. Sou o ...
1 de fev. de 2021 · Yo soy un Negro: Negro como la noche es negra. Negro como lo profundo de mi África. He sido esclavo: César me ordenó mantener limpio su umbral. Lustré las botas de Washington. He sido obrero: De mis manos surgieron la pirámides. Yo hice la mezcla para el Woolworth Building.
Where there ain’t been no light. So boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps. ’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now—. For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. Langston Hughes, "Mother to Son" from The Collected Works of Langston Hughes.
