Analysis of Two Poems by the same poet. Langston Hughes, “Harlem Sweeties” and “Dinner Guest: Me”

When I started this poem-a-week task, I determined not to characteristic any bard two times throughout the first year. There was no specific cause for this decision. I just figured, rightly it turns out, that I would have no problem finding fifty-two magnificent verses without having to revisit any one poet. So here we are, precisely one year since I e-mailed out the first verse on a Sunday evening, and it is now time to rarely characteristic a second verse by some of the poets whose work has graced these sheets throughout the past 12 months. So I will start this second-time-around characteristic with a large verse by one of America's large poets and one of my individual favorites, Langston Hughes. (Bernard 2001)

For biographical material on Hughes, bang on the "Poetry" tab at the peak of this sheet, and scroll down to "Theme For English B," which was the second verse to be boasted in this project. And since I don't have to replicate this data here this week, I will offer a couple of extracts about Hughes from the sheets of my tattered exact duplicate of The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes. I believe they state all that desires to be said about Hughes' work, and by elongation, about the fine verse of his that is offered here.

Outspoken, down-to-earth, delighting in the cadences and diction of African-American recital and talk, Hughes's dream of America is in numerous way as timely today as in the decades in which these verses were written. The delight in Hughes' verses is his enviable proficiency to re-create the innate tempos and spark of a persons, a district, a town, a homeland . . . We stroll Lenox Avenue with a man who is on the other hand furious and overjoyed, celebrating his persons as he alerts them . . . His aim not ever wavers. [He] is all of his persons, and as their voices alter, so does his. [Hughes] is one of the absolutely crucial numbers in American literature. His vocation is much bigger than the body of his verse alone. By his work and his demonstration, he has enriched our lives." "In [Hughes' verse] you discover the bottleneck guitar-playing of . . . Robert Johnson, the sarcasm of a Miles Davis trumpet solo, the towering administration of the ...