The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes

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Here is an excerpt from the cover flap of a recent print edition. On a personal note, I found that the students in my Writing through Literature classes, enjoyed the poetry of Langston Hughes a great deal. I liked his politics in his protest poems, and the beauty of his visual images in many other poems.

The cover flap with a slight updating.
NEARLY A HUNDRED YEARS AFTER ITS FIRST PUBLICATION,, this edition of The Weary Blues reminds us of the stunning achievement of Langston Hughes, who was just twenty-four at its first appearance. Beginning with the opening “Proem” (prologue poem)—”I am a Negro: / Black as the night is black, / Black like the depths of my Africa”—Hughes spoke directly, intimately, and powerfully of the experiences of African Americans at a time when their voices were newly being heard in our literature. As the legendary Carl Van Vechten wrote in a brief introduction to the original 1926 edition, “His cabaret songs throb with the true jazz rhythm; his sea-pieces ache with a calm, melancholy lyricism; he cries bitterly from the heart of his race … Always, however, his stanzas are subjective, personal,” and, he concludes, they are the expression of “an essentially sensitive and subtly illusive nature.” That illusive nature darts among these early lines and begins to reveal itself, with precocious confidence and clarity.