Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Langston HughesGood morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a -
You think
It's a happy beat?
Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -
What did I say?
Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!
Dream Boogie
Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!
Y-e-a-h!
Tags: poetry dream poet harlem boogie
They rung my bell to ask me.
Could I recommend a maid.
I said, yes, your momma.
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that’s in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.
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