“Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.” - 1964
Easy to see how “Goodbye, Christ” caused controversy.
And lines that hit in “Let America Be America” again: “…(America never was America to me)…
…
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this ‘homeland of the free.’
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
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 —…”
“Poem to a Dead Soldier”
’Death is a whore who consorts with all men’
- I really disliked the table of contents of this book: providing only a grouping title of poems by decade without any individual titles is useless.
I found Hughes’s language, his word choice, to be simpler, plainer than even Frost’s, but his approach was similar: examining small slices of what was before him; and while Frost often looked at nature, Hughes gives us slice after slice of human relations, race relations, and societal strictures