Sunday, September 30, 2012

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





Judy Underwood, chasing Rainbow, Google.com


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.






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