Monday, February 19, 2018

Favorite Poem by Hughes: "Dreams"


Here is a link to read the poem: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-2/

“Dreams” by Langston Hughes is a poem of metaphors, descriptively and simply urging people one thing: hold onto dreams. It is my favorite poem by Langston Hughes simply because of its use of descriptive metaphor, memorable quality, briefness (which further enables it to be memorable), and directness. The poem is only eight lines long, entirely consisting of only thirty-three words in total, yet this makes it to the point with truth, short and sweet. Hughes explains that, “...if dreams die / Life is a broken-winged bird / That cannot fly” and that “...when dreams go / Life is a barren field / Frozen with snow.” It's straightforward while also being artfully creative in its rhyme and description. For almost all of Hughes' life, he had a dream for his fellow African-American people, that prejudice and racism would end, and there would be equality. He held onto this dream, and urged others to do the same.  



Thursday, February 15, 2018

Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance


Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance
by Zoe Ross



The Harlem Renaissance included several African-American artists from musicians and poets to performers and painters, but one of the most well-known was Langston Hughes, who penned the famous poem, “Harlem.” The famous poem was written at the start of the 1950's, during a more difficult time in Hughes' life, as he was looking around the world around him, and the Renaissance was fading.


The Harlem Renaissance, which Hughes took part in influencing and experiencing, was during the roaring 1920's of northern America in which the African-American culture began to explode with culture and change people's perceptions—it was an exciting time. Prior to this, African-Americans were primarily living in the South as racism loomed and was ever constant. Most people didn't consider them more than uneducated servants, until the Harlem Renaissance. Suddenly, African-American people were dressed up, created art, jazz and blues, and were intelligent speaking with profound literary works, as found in Langston Hughes.



Langston Hughes' full name was James Mercer Langston Hughes and was born on February 1st, in 1902, Joplin, Missouri. After his parents divorced as a small child, Hughes went to live with his grandmother in Lawrence, Kansas. Because of his loneliness, Hughes took comfort in literature and reading, which influenced his love of words and language. When he was thirteen, he moved to live with his mother and step-father in Lincoln, Illinois, but then they moved to Cleveland, Ohio. During high-school, he was elected as class poet and began dabbling in writing. He had a conflicting relationship with his father, but moved to live with him in Mexico for a short time, asking for money so he could go to Columbia University in New York. However, Hughes dropped college in 1922 due to the substantial racial prejudices and was more drawn to Harlem than his studies. The following year, Hughes traveled Europe and Africa while working on a ship as a crewman and ended up living in Paris for a short time. Then, back in America in 1924, living with his mother. Soon after, he shared his poetry with a fellow poet who helped him gather his works together into his first poetry book. The rest of his life, he had graduated Lincoln University in Pennsylvania, returned to New York, lived in Harlem, and continued to write.



Hughes wrote more than just poetry. He also wrote several short stories, prose, co-wrote a play with Zora Neale Hurston, and novels. As seen in his poem, “Harlem” he loved that city, its culture, its neighborhood of fellow African-Americans struggling against oppression and racism, and dreamed of the Harlem Renaissance not just lasting for merely the roaring 1920's, but going beyond it, and all African-Americans being allowed to live freely and peaceably as creative human beings. However, the Renaissance only did last for that brief moment in time. Both world wars drowned out the noise of African-American movements, and the 1950's tried to keep things clean and pretty after the prior bloodbaths of war, until everything came to its boiling point in the 60's. Hughes never really saw his dream come to fruition and died in 1967 from cancer, yet his dream was still remembered.




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