To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!
Langston Hughes was a Black
man who used his poetry to escape from the reality of the life he and
many other Blacks were living. He often spoke of dreams in his poems to
show that he and others did have something to look forward to in life.
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
When I compare this poem to "Dreams"
I begin to understand why Langston Hughes was a man who was known as
the "Dream Keeper". His poetry was always
allowing his fellow Black peers to look forward to something!