Oppression
Now dreams / Are not available
The Dream Keeper
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Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
More poems by Langston Hughes
I, Too, Sing America
I, too, sing America. / I am the darker brother.
The Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, / Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
Cross
My old man's a white old man / And my old mother's black.