Langston Hughes’ “Daybreak In Alabama”

Daybreak In Alabama.

“When I get to be a composer
I’m gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I’m gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist.
And falling out of Heaven like soft dew
I’m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I’m gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.”

© Langston Hughes 1902-1967


Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets of all time. He spoke about his world with longing and vision of the world in which I grew up. I now fear we are reverting back to the world in which he grew up,  losing racial equality and acceptance so fast it blows my mind. How did this happen?

I want Hughes’ poem, Daybreak in Alabama to be reality in the worst sort of way, but because I cannot fix the world, I will fix myself. I will embrace all mankind, love every soul, wish everyone I meet God’s blessings, and sincerely “touch everybody with kind fingers.”



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