Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
What up world!! Today I have a great poem to share with you by Langston Hughes titled, “Afro- American Fragment.”
Afro-American Fragment
So long,
So far away
Is Africa.
Not even memories alive
Save those that history books create,
Save those that songs
Beat back into the blood-
Beat out of blood with words sad-sung
In strange un-Negro tongue -
So long,
So far away
Is Africa.
So far away
Is Africa.
Not even memories alive
Save those that history books create,
Save those that songs
Beat back into the blood-
Beat out of blood with words sad-sung
In strange un-Negro tongue -
So long,
So far away
Is Africa.
Subdued and time-lost
Are the drums – and yet
Through some vast mist of race
There comes this song
I do not understand
This song of atavistic land,
Of bitter yearning lost
Without a place -
So long,
So far away
Is Africa’s
Dark face.
Langston Hughes
Are the drums – and yet
Through some vast mist of race
There comes this song
I do not understand
This song of atavistic land,
Of bitter yearning lost
Without a place -
So long,
So far away
Is Africa’s
Dark face.
Langston Hughes
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