Love Poems: Langston Hughes

|. Love Song for Lucinda

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
and the spell of it's enchantment
will never let you be

Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in the far Southern Sky.
Look too hard
And its burning flame w
will always hurt your eye

Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high


||. Juke Box Love Song

I could take the Harlem night,
And wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue buses,
Taxis, Subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat,
Make it a drumbeat,
Put it on record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day---
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl


|||. Problems

2 and 2 are 4
4 and 4 are 8

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?