A poem by Langston Hughs that is old but still timely.
Langston Hughes was a leader of the Harlem Renaissance and a great poet, activist, novelist and playwright. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form called jazz poetry. Hughes is best known as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance in New York City.
As I have mentioned a few times before, I am poetically challenged and have a difficult time understanding poetry. I am a pragmatist, a realist, and am rarely able to see hidden meanings, much preferring that words say exactly what they mean, rather than taking a roundabout path and relying on me to properly interpret them. Poetry tends to often be elusive, cryptic, symbolic, and as such, I am generally lost by the third line. There are exceptions, however.
A few days ago, this poem by Langston Hughes crossed my path, and as I read it, the words moved me, for they are just…
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