Langston hughes


Because I cherish poetry and wish to honor Black History Month…

This post focuses on Langston Hughes (1902-1967). Hughes was a prolific poet, novelist, playwright, and essayist. In spite of a difficult childhood, he came to personify the Harlem Renaissance through his work. Here are some quotes and three poems about dreams. I hope you enjoy Hughes” poignant words and share your thoughts in a comment below. You can learn more about him here.

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Well known quotes:

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?… Or does it explode?

 Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. 

 I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.


 An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose. 



 Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

 I swear to the Lord I still can’t see Why Democracy means Everybody but me.

My Favorite Hughes Poems 


One of Hughes’ most well known poems is about America and ties in with the oft heard theme  today of “Make America Great Again.”  I challenge you to read it with an open heart and mind, reflecting on what could and should truly make America great.

Let America be America Again

Let America be America again.

Let it be the dream it 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 America the dreamers dreamed –

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty

Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,

But opportunity is real, and life is free,

Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,

Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?

And who are you 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 land,

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek –

And finding only the same old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,

Tangled in that ancient endless chain

Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!

Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!

Of work the men! Of take the pay!

Of owning everything for one’s own greed?

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

I am the Negro, servant to you all.

I am the people, humble, hungry, mean –

Hungry yet today despite the dream.

Beaten yet today – O, Pioneers!

I am the man that never got ahead,

The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet 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 seas

In search of what I meant to be my home –

For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,

And Poland’s 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 down when we strike?

The millions who have nothing 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 we’ve hung.

The millions who have nothing for our pay –

Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again –

The land that never has been yet –

And yet must be – the land where every man is free.

The land that’s mine – the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro, ME –

Who made America,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose –

The steel of freedom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,

We must take back our land again,


O, yes,

I say it plain,

America was never 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 again! 

Langston Hughes



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January 15, 2018

Martin Luther King, Jr.

I did not know Martin Luther King, Jr., but I did know of him. As a teen in the 1960s, the civil rights movement was not much on my mind. I seem to remember thinking, why can’t we all just get along? I do remember a sense of fear and anger pervading the feelings of many adults that I knew. I have written about some of those times in other entries on GeorgiaJanet.

Fast forward many years.  As a beginning teacher, over 20 years ago, I struggled with how to convey that legacy to mostly white, middle class, kindergartners and first graders.            I ended up writing this poem, and used it throughout January each school year for several lessons. I had to go and dig it out of an old box of teaching materials,  but I believe it rings true for people of all ages even today.

I now have more in depth knowledge of Dr. King and all the issues for which he stood. I have a much greater appreciation for what he tried to do and his legacy. Some of us are still striving to make his dream come true, and we have made progress, but there is much work still to do. Perhaps this little poem will speak to you in some way. If so, I would love to hear your thoughts. Please share in a comment below.


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Happy New Year

Happy New Year ! 

GeorgiaJanet wishes you all the best in 2018


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