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
+ Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Details, Findings, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Arms, No Love, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly. Feraz Zeid, September 29, 2023December 26, 2023, Langston Hughes, Beautiful, Rainbow, Scene, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm Feraz Zeid, June 14, 2023December 12, 2023, Langston Hughes, Jazz, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest. Feraz Zeid, August 24, 2023December 24, 2023, Langston Hughes, Harvest, 0 - Langston Hughes Poet · USA
+ Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Death, Music, 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
+ Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I’m still pulling. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Langston Hughes, Sea, 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
