I, too, Sing, America. L.H.
When Hughes appears for the portrait in suit
Mustache, hat, and a gaze reveal something
He Becomes a mystery to himself
He watches wild turkeys in the grass
From the passenger carriage of the train
He could measures the distance to heaven
and compose a song for every scene
but not before long something ascertained
as the sound the road sings to the journey
and what most resembles a song within
and clinging to its self presented essence
speaks in memory of a courtier
Sir Langston Hughes of Joplin Missouri
later moved to Harlem New York CIty
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