Shiota, THE CROSSING, 2018, represented by Anna Schwartz Gallery, photos by Wimberley
As I Grew Older
by Langston Hughes
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,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
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!
Born today Langston Hughes (1.2.1902-1967) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright and whose African-American themes made him a primary contributor to the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s.
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