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  1. Youth. A sun-down name. Broad arch above the road we came. We march! This poem is in the public domain. A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the ...

  2. Langston Hughes (1901-67) was a key figure in the Harlem Renaissance in New York in the 1920s. Over the course of a varied career he was a novelist, playwright, social activist, and journalist, but it is for his poetry that Hughes is now best-remembered. But what are the best Langston Hughes poems? Below, we introduce ten of his finest. 1.

  3. Langston Hughes was a central figure in the Harlem Renaissance, the flowering of black intellectual, literary, and artistic life that took place in the 1920s in a number of American cities, particularly Harlem.

  4. 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. Period: 20th Century. Nationality: American. Themes: Journey, Identity. Emotion: Courage. Topics: African Americans, Adversity, Being Yourself. Form: Free Verse. 97 / 100.

  5. Poem for Youth. By Langston Hughes. Raindrops. On the crumbling walls. Of tradition, Sunlight. Across mouldy pits. Of yesterday. Oh, Wise old men, What do you say. About the fiddles. And the jazz. And the loud Hey ! Hey ! About the dancing girls, And the laughing boys, And the Brilliant lights, And the blaring joys, The firecracker days.

  6. The Weary Blues. By Langston Hughes. Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night. By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light. He did a lazy sway. . . . He did a lazy sway. . . .

  7. 29 de jul. de 2022 · Langston Hughes, "Youth" (1924) We have tomorrow. Bright before us. Like a flame. Yesterday, a night-gone thing. A sun-down name. And dawn today. Broad arch above the road we came. We march! Published in The Crisis, August 1924. Additional metadata. This page is tagged by: Progress & Racial Uplift.