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I, too, sing America, Langston Hughes, Part Three

I, too, sing America, Langston Hughes, Part Three

injustice, poems, Poverty
AMERICAN POETRY: Langston Hughes' I, too, sing America was used in the opening ceremonies for the National Museum of African American History and Culture at the Smithsonian in DC. The poem predates the Civil Rights Movement by about ten years: I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. - Langston Hughes The photograph is by Fuzheado under CC BY-SA 4.0 license - Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and Coffee, Tea and Poetry)
LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN, Langston Hughes, Part Two

LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN, Langston Hughes, Part Two

injustice, poem, Poetry, Poverty
LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor w
ADVERTISEMENT FOR THE WALDORF HOTEL, Langston Hughes, Part One

ADVERTISEMENT FOR THE WALDORF HOTEL, Langston Hughes, Part One

injustice, poem, Poetry, Poverty
Even as I sorted through books one day - including cookbooks - in preparation for a garage sale to be held before moving into disabled-senior housing, a new cookbook enters. A gift from my son, it's Oscar Tschirky's (1886-1950) recipe collection. Oscar Tschirky was the famous maître d'hôtel at the Waldorf-Astoria, which has some special meaning for me. Occasionally my mom liked to go to the café there for blueberry pancakes. It was as close as she could get to being an elegant respectable lady as the world defines such. The book reminds me of her and the poem that follows. Langston Hughes wrote the poem after walking past the Waldorf during the Great Depression. I've read that it was originally published in New Masses magazine, a long defunct American Marxist publication that was th