African American Poetry (1870-1927): A Digital Anthology

Lenox Avenue: Midnight by Langston Hughes

The rhythm of life
Is a jazz rhythm,
The gods are laughing at us.

The broken heart of love,
The weary, weary heart of pain,
To the rumble of street cars,
To the swish of rain.

Lenox Avenue,
Honey .
And the gods are laughing at us.

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