Weekly Poem VII

I want to apologize for being so late today, but I was not at home.

This week’s poem is by Langston Hughes. (I did come back to him after last week.) It is one of his most famous ones: "The Negro Speaks of Rivers." As a source I used the website of the Academy of American Poets. If you click on the link at the bottom of this post you will not only get to another written version of the poem but also to an audio recording of Langston Hughes himself. I urge you to listen to it.

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
     went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
     bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes
The Weary Blues

(Taken from Poets.org | http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15722)


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