A Poem for Sunday: "As I Grew Older" by Langston Hughes


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As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun-
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky-
The wall.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!


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A Poem for Sunday: I Continue to Dream by Langston Hughes

I had another poem scheduled to share with you today but my heart broke last night with the news of the Trayvon verdict and that poem no longer worked for how I was feeling so I thought I would share this Langston Hughes one with you instead. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"]Abstract oriental backgrounds with bamboo foliage 123RF Stock Photos / Dmytro Tolokonov[/caption]
I Continue to Dream
I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center. And a song with a broken heart and I ask you: Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do, And sometimes you say you don’t. Either way it doesn’t matter. I continue to dream.