What did Langston Hughes mean by: Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you. - Langston Hughes Poet · USA Copy
+ Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024February 19, 2024, Langston Hughes, Change, Love, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn’t, But you thought you would. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Baby, Understood, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Political, Racism, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ I will not take ‘but’ for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy’s ‘but’ too long. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Black History, Democracy, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Drink, Sleep, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Langston Hughes, Morning, Spring, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, Langston Hughes, Crystals, Stairs, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ I will not take “but” for an answer. Feraz Zeid, August 1, 2023December 12, 2023, Langston Hughes, Attitude, Questions And Answers, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by. - Jeannette Walls Journalist · USA
