Let America Be America Again Read by Langston Hughes
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Dreams
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams dice
Life is a cleaved-winged bird
That cannot wing.Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams become
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.More than...
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I so go it. Dreams are hope to a lot of usa. I've heard information technology said that before y'all get information technology you have to dream it. I think when nosotros stop dreaming we cease reaching, and when we stop reaching nosotros cease...
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Life Is Fine
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I went down to the river,
I set up down on the banking concern.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.I went downwards to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to call back but couldn't,
Then I jumped in and sank.I came upwardly once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that h2o hadn't a-been so common cold
I might've sunk and died.But information technology was Cold in that h2o! Information technology was cold!
I took the lift
Xvi floors above the ground.
I idea about my baby
And thought I would jump downward.I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been then high
I might've jumped and died.But it was High up there! It was high!
And so since I'm nonetheless hither livin',
I guess I will alive on.
I could've died for beloved—
But for livin' I was bornThough you lot may hear me holler,
And you may meet me weep—
I'll exist indomitable, sweetness baby,
If yous gonna see me die.Life is fine! Fine equally wine! Life is fine!
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Anybody is born for a purpose, but nosotros forget that in pursuit of coin. Then God gifted me with poetry and uses it equally a medium to brainwash people, and in each of my poems there is a story...
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Still Hither
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I been scarred and dilapidated.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snowfall has friz me,
Sun has baked me,Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make meCease laughin', end lovin', terminate livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still hither!More...
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This poem was in a textbook of mine from the sixth grade. As a child, it resonated with me. It inspired me to write poetry. Equally a child, educated by white folk, I had no idea who Langston...
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Female parent To Son
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Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn upwards,
And places with no carpet on the flooring-
Bare.
Merely all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the nighttime
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you lot finds it'southward kinder hard.
Don't you autumn now-
For I'se still goin', love,
I'se all the same climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.More...
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I was non a very good educatee when I was in school. I did the minimal amount of work required, retained little and barely paid attention. In 1965, my 8th grade English teacher read MOTHER TO...
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Harlem
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry out up
like a raisin in the dominicus?What happens to a dream deferred?
Does information technology dry up
similar a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And so run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sugariness?Mayhap information technology just sags
like a heavy load.Or does it explode?
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A wonderful poem by Langston Hughes, some dreams drift off with the morning mist, others come through if one persists.....
A dream differed is a dream put on concord
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Let America Be America Again
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Let America be America again.
Allow it be the dream it used to be.
Allow information technology be the pioneer on the manifestly
Seeking a abode where he himself is free.Permit America be America once again.
Allow it be the dream information technology used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great stiff land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That whatever man be crushed by one to a higher place.(It never was America to me.)
O, permit my country be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no imitation patriotic wreath,
Simply opportunity is existent, and life is complimentary,
Equality is in the air we exhale.(In that location'due south never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")Say, who are you lot that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you lot that draws your veil across the stars?I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the state,
I am the immigrant clutching the promise I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid program
Of dog eat dog, of mighty beat the weak.I am the swain, full of forcefulness and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless concatenation
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gilded! Of take hold of the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of have the pay!
Of owning everything for ane's ain greed!I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to yous all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, hateful—
Hungry however today despite the dream.
Beaten withal today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.Nevertheless I'grand the i who dreamt our bones dream
In the Quondam World while all the same a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That fifty-fifty still its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early on seas
In search of what I meant to exist my habitation—
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland'south plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot downwardly when we strike?
The millions who have zip for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags nosotros've hung,
The millions who accept nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that'southward most dead today.O, permit America be America once more—
The land that never has been even so—
And nonetheless must be—the state where every human being is free.
The state that's mine—the poor homo'due south, Indian's, Negro's, ME—
Who fabricated America,
Whose sweat and claret, whose faith and hurting,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the pelting,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.Sure, call me any ugly proper noun you cull—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who alive similar leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our state once more,
America!O, yes,
I say information technology plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America once more!More...
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I, Also
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I, too, sing America.
I am the darker blood brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchenI, as well, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to swallow in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I express joy,
And eat well,
And grow stiff.Tomorrow,
I'll be at the tabular array
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Swallow in the kitchen,"
And so.Too,
They'll see how beautiful I am
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Theme For English language B
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The instructor said,
Become home and write
a folio this evening.The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page this evening.
And permit that page come out of you—
Then, it will be true.I wonder if it'southward that unproblematic?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, and then Durham, then here
to this college on the colina in a higher place Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my form.
The steps from the hill atomic number 82 down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come up to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I have the elevator
up to my room, sit downwardly, and write this folio:Information technology's not piece of cake to know what is truthful for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. Just I judge I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you.
hear you, hear me—nosotros 2—you, me, talk on this folio.
(I hear New York, too.) Me—who?Well, I similar to eat, sleep, drink, and exist in love.
I like to work, read, larn, and understand life.
I similar a pipe for a Christmas nowadays,
or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I estimate being colored doesn't make me not similar
the same things other folks like who are other races.
Then volition my page be colored that I write?
Being me, information technology will not be white.
Only it volition exist
a part of you, teacher.
You are white—
yet a part of me, as I am a office of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps y'all don't want to exist a office of me.
Nor do I oft want to exist a role of you.
But we are, that's truthful!
As I acquire from you lot,
I guess you learn from me—
although you're older—and white—
and somewhat more than free.This is my page for English B.
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