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. For Selma
2. Children's Rhymes
3. Sea Calm
4. Song for a Dark Girl
5. Park Bench

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