LANGSTON HUGHES

Pictures to the Wall

Shall I tell you of my old, old dreams
Lost at the earth's strange turnings,
Some in the sea when the waves foamed high,
Some in a garret candle's burnings?
Shall I tell you of bitter, forgotten dreams
You who are still so young, so young?
You with your wide brown singing eyes
And laughter at the tip of your tongue.
Shall I tell you of weary, weary dreams,
You who have lost no dreams at all,
Or shall I keep quiet and let turn
My ugly pictures to the wall?
Walls
Four walls can hold
So much pain,
Four walls that shield
From the wind and rain.
Four walls can shelter
So much sorrow
Garnered from yesterday
And held for tomorrow

Moonlight
THE moon reached in cold hands across the sill
And touched me as I lay sleeping;
And in my sleep I thought of sorrowful things:
I wakened, and I lay weeping.

I could hear on the beach below the small waves break

And fall on the silver shingle,
And the sound of a footstep passing in the street
Where lamplight and moonlight mingle.

And I said: "All day I can turn my face to the sun

And lead my thoughts to laughter;
But I hope in my heart that I never shall sleep again
Because of the pain thereafter."

The moon's pale fingers wandered across my face

And the arm where my hot cheek rested,
And because of the tears in my eyes I could not see
Where the black waves rocked moon-crested.
Aline Kilmer
Vagabonds
We are the desperate
Who do not care,
The hungry
Who have nowhere
To eat,
No place to sleep,
The tearless
Who cannot
Weep.

Dream of Freedom

There is a dream in the land

With its back against the wall. to have very serious problems that limit the ways in which you can act:
By muddled names and strange badly organized or confusing:
Sometimes the dream is called.

There are those who claim

This dream for theirs alone
A sin for which we know
They must atone. to do something that shows that you are sorry for something bad that you did:

Unless shared in common

Like sunlight and like air,
The dream will die for lack
Of substance anywhere.

The dream knows no frontier or tongue,

The dream no class or race.
The dream cannot be kept secure
In any one locked place.

This dream today embattled, having a lot of problems or difficulties:

With its back against the wall
To save the dream for one
It must be saved for ALL

Our dream of freedom!

TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

OPEN HOUSE
My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung.
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise.

My truths are all foreknown,

This anguish self-revealed.
Im naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare.

The anger will endure,

The deed will speak the truth
In language strict and pure.
I stop the lying mouth:
Rage warps my clearest cry
To witless agony.
Theodore Roethke

Wisdom
I stand most humbly
Before man's wisdom,
Knowing we are not
Really wise:
If we were
We'd open up the kingdom
And make earth happy
As the dreamed of skies.

Words Like Freedom

There are words like Freedom
Sweet and wonderful to say.
On my heartstrings freedom sings
All day everyday.

There are words like Liberty

That almost make me cry.
If you had known what I know
You would know why.

Lonesome Corner

I went down to the corner.

I stood there feelin' blue
I used to go round the corner,
Babe, and call on you.

Old lonesome corner!

People pass by me
But none of them peoples
Is who I want to see.

Still Here
I've been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.
Looks like between 'em
They done tried to make me
Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

Bliscy i oddaleni
 Bo widzisz tu s tacy ktrzy si kochaj
i musz si spotyka aby si omin
bliscy i oddaleni jakby stali w lustrze
pisz do siebie listy gorce i zimne
rozchodz si jak w miechu porzucone kwiaty
by nie wiedzie do koca czemu tak si stao

s inni co si nawet po ciemku odnajd

lecz przejd obok siebie bo nie mi si spotka
tak czyci i spokojni jakby nieg si zacz
byliby doskonali lecz wad im zabrako

bliscy boj si by blisko eby nie by dalej

niektrzy umieraj-to znaczy ju wiedz
mioci si nie szuka jest albo jej nie ma
nikt z nas nie jest samotny tylko przez przypadek
s i tacy co si na zawsze kochaj
i dopiero dlatego nie mog by razem
jak baanty co nigdy nie chodz parami

mona nawet zabdzi lecz po drugiej stronie

nasze drogi pocite schodz si z powrotem.

Ks. Jan Twardowski

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