Sunday, September 30, 2012

The He Who Speaks of Rivers By Langston Huges [1902 - 1967]

Judy Underwood, chasing Rainbow,

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world
and older than the flow of human
blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young,
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep,
I looked upon the Nice and raised the pyramids above it,
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to
New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy turn all golden in the sunset.
I've know rivers,
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep
like the rivers.