Dreams Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Street Lamps in Early Spring

Night wears a garment
All velvet soft, all violet blue...
And over her face she draws a veil
As shimmering fine as floating dew...
And here and there
In the black of her hair
The subtle hands of Night
Move slowly with their gem-starred light.

Before Sleep

The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.

She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Their realm is the lateral courses.

Comment Stream

a year ago

Dreams By Langston Hughes I like this poem because it talks about if you let a dream go you will get no where.

a year ago

Street Lamps in Early Spring I like this poem because it is simple but it means something to someone talking about night.

a year ago

Before Sleep The poem talks about how life has tasks before you can sleep.