I LOOK AT THE WORLD
Langston Hughes 1902-67
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face -
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face -
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind -
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.
From the New York Herald Tribune in 1926: "Langston Hughes, although only twenty-four years old, is already conspicuous in the group of Negro intellectuals who are dignifying Harlem with a genuine art life.
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