African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Langston Hughes, "Beggar Boy" (1926)

What is there within this beggar lad
That I can neither hear nor feel nor see,
That I can neither know nor understand
And still it calls to me?

Is not he but a shadow in the sun----
A bit of clay, brown, ugly, given life?
And yet he plays upon his flute a wild free tune
As if Fate had not bled him with her knife!

Published in The Weary Blues, 1926

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