Poetry

=Poetry=

=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 wentdown to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turnall golden in the sunset. I've known rivers:Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

=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?

= Dreams =

**Hold fast to dreams ** ** For if dreams die ** ** Life is a broken-winged bird ** ** That cannot fly ** **. **

**Hold fast to dreams ** ** For when dreams go ** ** Life is a barren field ** ** Frozen with snow. **

 ** My People by Langston Hughes ** So the faces of my people. ** So the eyes of my people. ** Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. **
 * The night is beautiful,
 * The stars are beautiful,
 * Beautiful, also, is the sun.

 by Langston Hughes **
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He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends Soft as it began- I loved my friend. **
 * <span style="font-family: Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;">I loved my friend.