Song
by Langston Hughes
(1901-1967)
Lovely, dark, and lonely one,
Bare your bosom to the sun,
Do not be afraid of light
You who are a child of night.
Open wide your arms to life,
Whirl in the wind of pain and strife,
Face the wall with the dark closed gate,
Beat with bare, brown fists
And wait.
About the Author
James Mercer Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was the first black writer in America to earn his living from writing. Born in Joplin, Missouri, he had a migratory childhood following his parents’ separation, spending time in the American Mid-West and Mexico. He was 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 Harlem Renaissance. One of the earliest innovators of the literary art form called jazz poetry. Learn more at Wikipedia.
Died: May 22, 1967, Stuyvesant Polyclinic
Education: Lincoln University (1926–1929), Columbia University (1921–1922), Fu Foundation School of Engineering and Applied Science, and more
Awards: Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada, Spingarn Medal, Quill Award for Poetry, and more
About This Poem
"Song" appeared in The New Negro: An Interpretation (Albert & Charles Boni, Inc., 1925).
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