Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)
an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry. Hughes is best known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance. He famously wrote about the period that "Harlem was in vogue."
Biography
Ancestry and Childhood
Both of Hughes' paternal and maternal great-grandmothers were African-American, his maternal great-grandfather was white and of Scottish descent. A paternal great-grandfather was of European Jewish descent. Hughes's maternal grandmother Mary Patterson was of African-American, French, English and Native American descent. One of the first women to ... more »
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Quotations
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''I was so sick last night I
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), U.S. poet. Morning After (l. 1-6). . . Selected Poems of Langston Hughes. (1959) Vintage Books.
Didn't hardly know my mind.
So sick last night I
Didn't know my mind.
I drunk some bad licker that
Almost made me blind.'' -
''Way Down South in Dixie
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), U.S. poet. Song for a Dark Girl (l. 1-4). . . Selected Poems of Langston Hughes. (1959) Vintage Books.
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover
To a cross roads tree.'' -
''Love is a naked shadow
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), U.S. poet. Song for a Dark Girl (l. 11-12). . . Selected Poems of Langston Hughes. (1959) Vintage Books.
On a gnarled and naked tree.'' -
''I swear to the Lord
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), U.S. poet, author. The Black Man Speaks, Jim Crow's Last Stand (1943).
I still can't see
Why Democracy means
Everybody but me.''

Poem for Langston Hughes
Thunder is seldom so soft as when his sounds are spoken.
That bird climbs on to life- to life! Its wings have never broken.
Those wings will take it to a place where crystal stairs have passed.
That barren field of frozen snow will flourish with dreams at last.
Hold fast!
Hold fast.!
Langston was a true poet. His poetry was a denial of everything he'd been told about himself and his people, and the truest expression of spirit that I've ever read.
i love the poem...about civil war
I love the line from the LTAB poem, My ego is Langston 'Huge'