Poem by Langston Hughes

The City

In the morning the city
Spreads its wings
Making a song
In stone that sings.

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.

1. You and Your Whole Race
2. For Selma
3. The Negro Mother
4. Sea Calm
5. Juke Box Love Song

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