The city goes to bed, Langston Hughes

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.

From The City by Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967)

I will take your soul, Langston Hughes

I will not be satisfied
With the little words you say to me.
I will not be satisfied
With the touch of your hand
Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
I will take your heart for mine.
I will take your soul.

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967), excerpt from To Artina in Selected Poems

Let us roam the night together, Langston Hughes

I love you.

Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967), excerpt from Harlem Night Song in Selected Poems

Kissing the moon, Langston Hughes

Tonight the waves march
In long ranks
Cutting the darkness
With their silver shanks,
Cutting the darkness
And kissing the moon.

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967), excerpt from Moonlight Night : Carmel in Selected Poems

Bright-eyed Joy, Langston Hughes

I went to look for Joy,
Slim, dancing Joy,
Gay, laughing Joy,
Bright-eyed Joy,
And I found her

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967), excerpt from Joy in Selected Poems