Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. Langston Hughes beatdrophead Change image and share on social
My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Langston Hughes deepgrowriver Change image and share on social
My writing has been largely concerned with the depicting of Negro life in America. Langston Hughes americaconcerndepict Change image and share on social
In all my life, I have never been free. I have never been able to do anything with freedom, except in the field of my writing. Langston Hughes fieldfreefreedom Change image and share on social
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line. Langston Hughes beginblackblacklist Change image and share on social
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode? Langston Hughes deferdreamexplode Change image and share on social
I live in Harlem, New York City. I am unmarried. I like 'Tristan,' goat's milk, short novels, lyric poems, heat, simple folk, boats and bullfights; I dislike 'Aida,' parsnips, long novels, narrative poems, cold, pretentious folk, buses and bridges. Langston Hughes aidaboatbullfight share on social
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose. Langston Hughes afraidartistchoose Change image and share on social
I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class, and our English teacher was always stressing the importance of rhythm in poetry. Well, everybody knows - except us - that all Negroes have rhythms, so they elected me class poet. Langston Hughes classelectenglish share on social
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Langston Hughes barrendreamfast Change image and share on social
