Langston Hughes

I need to write two precis paper of overviews of langston hughes poem. Not someone's comment on the poem or something, but where an actual critic writes an overview. I need them done tonight please give me a website or something to get the overviews. Also if you know any good websites for a fairly brief bio of langston hughes please give me them as well . Thank you . From what I can tell… The unofficial poet laureate of Harlem, Langston Hughes derived good inspiration from the everyday scenes and sounds of his surroundings. He was especially inspired by jazz and blues, spending hours in the nightclubs of Harlem and Washington, D. C. , listening and writing. I tried to write poems like the songs they sang on Seventh Street, he said of his verse. This influence is apparent in much of his work and can be seen clearly in such poems as "The Weary Blues," "Jazzonia," "Harlem Night Club," "The South," and Montage of a Dream Deferred, a book-length suite of poems illustrating Harlem life. In "The Weary Blues," he writes: With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues. Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues. Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues. Langston Hughes became the voice of black America in the 1920s, when his first published poems brought him more than moderate success. Unafraid, in The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain, he is not only defending the need for his own work, but calling forth the next generation of poets, not only giving them permission to write about race, but charging them with the responsibility of writing about race. Please, enter this site: This poet work is fantastic. Please read: Formally, however, the poem Let America be America Again is far more ambitious. Like Whitman, Hughes uses the technique of anaphora, or repetition, as a rhetorical device that unifies the disparate elements of the poem: I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land. Of grab the gold. Of grab the ways of satisfying need. Of work the men. Of take the pay. Of owning everything for one's own greed. I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet todayO, Pioneers. I am the man whoever never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Enter this site: Ttp://www. Poets. Org/page. Php/prmID/326 Most the best for you. LIGHT BRIGHT.

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