"Salvation" By Langston Hughes

by darth frosty 33 Replies latest jw friends

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    The Negro Speaks of Rivers

    Composed when Langston was a lad of 17.

    Reminds me of my dad and his struggles.

    Syl

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    My now-16-year-old g'son had to recite Mother to Son when he was four years old.

    He owned that poem.

    Syl

  • darth frosty
    darth frosty

    C'mon Syl if you mention a poem you gotta post it

    The Negro speaks of rivers!

    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.

    I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
    I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
    I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
    I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
    went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
    bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

    I've known rivers:
    Ancient, dusky rivers.

    My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
  • snowbird
    snowbird

    Sorry.

    That poem makes me go all mushy inside.

    Syl

  • darth frosty
    darth frosty

    Just up for some late night reading

  • snowbird
  • darth frosty
    darth frosty

    Just saw this on FB

    Langston Hughes was born 112 years ago today in Joplin, Missouri. This photo was taken by Nickolas Muray, a Hungarian-American photographer who was also an Olympic fencer, in 1923 when Mr. Hughes was about 21 years old.

  • humbled
    humbled

    Love him.

    My youngest daughter would identify with that "not hearing Jesus". she resisted baptism--She never jeard the call either.

    George Washington Carver born 150 years ago near Diamond, Missouri. Not far from here.

  • wasblind
    wasblind

    Luv me some Langston

  • insearchoftruth4
    insearchoftruth4

    Crossing, (a lonely day)

    It was a lonely day folks when I walked all by myself, my friends was right there with me, but was just as if they left.

    I went upon the mountain in high cold den, and coat that I was wearing was mosquito getting thin.

    I went down to the valley and I crossed an icy stream, and ah, the water I was crossing was no water in a dream.

    And the shoes I was wearing no protection from that stream, and I looked out on a prairie and as far as I could see,

    was nobody on that prairie look like me......

    Taj Mahal did a fantastic rendition of this song/poem, but i can't paste it. anyway give it a try https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XuA5TNooutg

    ooh!!

    insot4

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