Davyoung

poem Langston hughes media type="file" key="Davyoung.mp3" width="240" height="20" __**//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//**__ __**//This is one of my favorite poems because i can realate to it when it was slavery around and abe lincoln was in the white house making a admendement. langton said this poem because he was part of slavery back in the days when blacks were suffering and staving to death. i think he wanted this poem out to talk to the audience of the human race. langston hughes is a type of poet who talks about his life and feelings and what goes on around him. langston hughes was born on february 1902 in joplin, missouri. he was rasied by his grandmother but moved with his mother. The weary blues was his first book publised in 1926.//**__



Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?