Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Daybreak in Alabama

Daybreak in Alabama
by Langston Hughes

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

author - Langston Hughes 1902 - 1967
Biography courtesy of


Dana said...

I had to add this poem to our collection when I read it. I am not familiar with Langston Hughes' work, but now that I have become aquainted with it, I am going to search for more. This poem really touched me and I felt others should get a chance to be touched too.

Idgie @ the "Dew" said...

Beautiful and Heartfelt.

Thanks for sharing.

car said...
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Idgie @ the "Dew" said...

I have removed a comment that was mean spirited. The person leaving the comment was Southern, but apparently never learned that if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.

So I, as the editor, made sure he said nothing at all.

Dana said...

Good for you, Idgie. It's too sad that some people can't be nice.