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.
+Langston Hughes wrote "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"
while on a train ride to Mexico, where he would live with his father for one
year. He had just graduated from high school in Cleveland, Ohio, making him a mere eighteen years old. The
poem was published in Crisis Magazine (the magazine of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) in
1921, a year later. When his train crossed the Mississippi River, Hughes was
inspired by its beauty and was also reminded of its role in sustaining slavery
in America. The sun was setting, and Hughes had a long journey ahead of him. He
took out a letter his father had written him and wrote this poem on the back of
its pages.
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