Since the
death of the Angelou Corner, I’ve struggled to find a poet I like enough to
have as a permanent monthly fixture on this blog. I through many a name, I
tried to pick based on gender then race, age then relevance and no one struck
me hard enough to leave a lasting impression. I finally decided to combine my
selection criteria and ended up with Langston Hughes; a black poet and author
born in 1902 and died in 1967.
Hope you
guys will enjoy him as much as I am right now.
I’m all alone
in this world, she said
Ain’t got nobody to share my bed
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—
The truth of the matter’s
I ain’t got no man.
Ain’t got nobody to share my bed
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—
The truth of the matter’s
I ain’t got no man.
Big Boy
opened his mouth and said
Trouble with you is
You ain’t got no head!
If you had a head and used your mind
You could have me with you
All the time.
Trouble with you is
You ain’t got no head!
If you had a head and used your mind
You could have me with you
All the time.
She
answered, Babe, what must I do?
He said,
Share your bed—
And your money, too.
And your money, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment