Langston Hughes by Winold Reiss.
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few days ago I shared verses from
some of the readers who were on tap
to appear in the Poets In Resistance II program
at Tree of Life U.U. Congregation in
McHenry, Illinois on March 13 before it fell victim to Coronavirus cancelation. But
that wasn’t the only big event at
Tree of Life that I was involved in that was postponed. Our Social Justice Team had been working
for two month on a special Sunday
morning service for the Ides of
March. The Promise and Practice of Our Faith was based on materials developed by Black Lives UU which all spoke directly
in Black voices, albeit read by members of our White congregation. The service
that Sunday had to be scrubbed as we heeded the call of Unitarian
Universalist Association President Susan Frederick-Gray to suspend worship services and meetings at our church buildings—the first U.S. denomination to make that
call.
The
service was pushed back one week and became the first worship service we
conducted using Zoom technology. Of course we had to adapt our plans and somewhat truncate
the program to allow time for our congregational
leadership to discuss the new situation and familiarize worshipers with what for many was new and bewildering
technology.
That is My Dream, based on Langston Hughes's poem Dream Variations illustrated by Daniel Miyares.
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Alas,
one of the things we had to cut was the children’s
story from That Is My Dream! a picture book of Langston Hughes’s poem Dream Variations. That’s too bad.
Hughes
is widely regarded not only as the premier
literary voice of the Harlem Renaissance
but America’s greatest African
American poet and a peer of the likes of Walt Whitman and Carl
Sandburg. He captured the street life and jazz rhythms of his adopted city, spoke directly to his people, and offered them comfort and hope. As his fame spread and he attracted White
readers he also boldly laid out his grievances
in work like Let America Be America Again, I, Too, Sing America, Harlem, and
Brotherly
Love which was inspired by the 1956 Montgomery Bus Boycott.
Aaron Douglas's painting captures the vibrancy of the Harlem Renaissance in which Langston Hughes was a central figure.
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Before
he died in New York City in 1967 at
the age of 61, Hughes had mentored
generations of young writers and
afterwards inspired new ones.
He
began speaking of a young boy.
Dream Variations
To fling my arms
wide
In some place of
the sun,
To whirl and to
dance
Till the white
day is done.
Then rest at
cool evening
Beneath a tall
tree
While night
comes on gently,
Dark like me—
That is my
dream!
To fling my arms
wide
In the face of
the sun,
Dance! Whirl!
Whirl!
Till the quick
day is done.
Rest at pale
evening . . .
A tall, slim
tree . . .
Night coming
tenderly
Black like me.
—Langston Hughes
In
a related short poem, Hughes offered a warning as well as hope
Dreams
Hold fast to
dreams
For if dreams
die
Life is a
broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to
dreams
For when dreams
go
Life is a barren
field
Frozen with
snow.
—Langston Hughes
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