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Langston Hughes Poetry Recital [1945 album set]

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Posted By MsJacquiiC on Oct 16, 2012 at 12:47 AM

In 1945, ASCH records recorded a 78 rpm 4 record album set with Langston Hughes reciting his own poems. This is part 1 of 4 parts from that album, each part being both sides of one of the records in the album.

This record contains:

5. TO CAPTAIN MULZAC (first African-American to make ships Captain-1942)

Poignant, from a perspective not too common when these poems were written, this is an historic compilation. Enjoy!

The Negro Speaks of Rivers
by Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Ma Lord
by Langston Hughes

Ma Lord aint no stuck-up man.
Ma Lord, He ain't proud.
When He goes a'walkin'
He gives me His hand.
"You ma friend," He 'lowed

Ma Lord knowed what it was to work.
He knowed how to pray.
Ma Lord's life was trouble, too,
Trouble ever' day.

Ma Lord ain't no stuck-up man.
He's a friend o' mine.
When He went to heaben,
His soul on fire,
He tole me I was gwine.
He said, "Sho you'll come wid Me
An be ma friend through eternity."


I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"

They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

To Captain Mulzac (Negro Skipper of the Booker T. Washington Sailing with a Mixed Crew)
by Langston Hughes

Are the western waters now,
And all the waters of the world.
Again mankind has lost its course,
Been driven off its way,
Down paths of death and darkness
Gone astray -
But there are those who still hold out
A chart and compass
For a better way -
And there are those who fight
To guard the harbor entrance
To a brighter day.

There are those, too, who for so long
Could not call their house, their house.
Nor their land, their land -
Formerly the beaten and the poor
Who did not own
The things they made, nor their own lives -
But stood, individual and alone,
Without power -
They have found their hour.
The clock is moving forward here -
But backward in the lands where Fascist fear
Has taken hold,
And tyranny again is bold.

Yes, dangerous are the wide world's waters still,
Menaced by the will
Of those who would keep, or once more make
Slaves of men.
We Negroes have been slaves before.
And will not be again.
Alone, I know, no one is free.
But we have joined hands -
Black workers with white workers -
I, with you! You, with me!
Together we have launched a ship
That sails these dangerous seas -
But more than ship,
Our symbol of new liberties.
We've put a captain on that ship's bridge there,
A man, spare, swarthy, strong, foursquare -
But more than these,
He, too, a symbol of new liberties.

There is a crew of many races, too,
Many bloods - yet all of one blood still:
The blood of brotherhood,
Of courage, of good-will,
And deep determination geared to kill
The evil forces that would destroy
Our charts, our compass and bell-buoy
That guide us toward the harbor of the new world
We will to make -
The world where every ugly past mistake
Of hate and greed and race
Will have no place.

In union, you, White Man
And I, Black Man,
Can be free.,
More than ship then,
Captain Mulzac,
Is the BOOKER T.,
And more than captain
You who guide it on its way.
Your ship is mankind's deepest dream
Daring the sea -
Your ship is flagship
Of a newer day.

Let the winds rise then!
Let the great waves beat!
Your ship is Victory,
And not defeat.
Let the great waves rise
And the winds blow free!
Your ship is


Black & African American

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