Over the winter break, I picked up a dusty book from my bookshelf that contained poems from American poets. I was a try hard when it came to trying to like poetry.
But, I just couldn’t find poetry that made my heart leap, and my soul weep.
Then, Langston Hughes with his jazz poetry came along. Call me a fish, but I was hooked. *ba-dum-tshh*
I used to regard poems as confusing and downright alien. But, I couldn’t be more wrong. Poems are open to interpretation, and some are full of riddles. But, the most unique poems possess an unspoken communication that strikes the mind.
I highly recommend reading some of Hughes poetry because of both the vibrancy of his style and the truth in his words. I enjoyed how his poems have a light rhythm, but a heavy undertone to address rather impassioned subject matters. Here are a few lines from some of my favorite poems of his:
“So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.”
“Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”
“My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?”
“I wonder what makes
A funeral so high?
A poor man ain’t got
No business to die.”