The Negro Speaks of 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.
…………………………… “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” By Langston HughesRead by Brian Harrison Directed by Walter Evans Copyright Georgia Regents University 2013 All rights reserved