• 2009-09-02

    【Poem】Theme for English B - [Notes on ART]


    Theme for English B

    By Langston Hughes

    The instructor said,

    Go home and write
    a page tonight.
    And let that page come out of you---
    Then, it will be true.

    I wonder if it's that simple?
    I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
    I went to school there, then Durham, then here
    to this college on the hill above Harlem.
    I am the only colored student in my class.
    The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
    through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
    Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
    the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
    up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

    It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
    at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
    I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
    hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
    (I hear New York too.) Me---who?
    Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
    I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
    I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
    or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach.
    I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like
    the same things other folks like who are other races.
    So will my page be colored that I write?
    Being me, it will not be white.
    But it will be
    a part of you, instructor.
    You are white---
    yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
    That's American.
    Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
    Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
    But we are, that's true!
    As I learn from you,
    I guess you learn from me---
    although you're older---and white---
    and somewhat more free.

    This is my page for English B.




    Ann's Note

    “I is writing a page out of myself, and letting it makes me a free kingdom. And you told me, exactly as whoever always stand up there said, ‘IT WILL BE TRUE.’

    I believe in you. However, I am trying to believe in what you said, and what everyone else says about truth. As a human being who is always being taught and input, as a colored human being, oh sorry if I forgot to mention that, about the denfinition of truth.

    Why you told me so?

    Why you emphsize to me about the truth?

    Or why do I just take it such a serious matter?

    I do not know.

    ‘I guess you learn from me.’ ”