When I Get to be a Composer

When I Get to be a Composer

By Langston Hughes

When I get to be a composer

I’m gonna write me some music about

Daybreak in Alabama

And I’m gonna put the purtiest songs in it

Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist

And falling out of heaven like soft dew.

I’m gonna put some tall tall trees in it

And the scent of pine needles

And the smell of red clay after rain

And long red necks

And poppy colored faces

And big brown arms

And the field daisy eyes

Of black and white black white black people

And I’m gonna put white hands

And black hands and brown and yellow hands

And red clay earth hands in it

Touching everybody with kind fingers

And touching each other natural as dew

In that dawn of music when I

Get to be a composer

And write about daybreak

In Alabama.

8 thoughts on “When I Get to be a Composer

    1. It’s certainly worth trying!
      The poet who wrote this lived in the midst of Jazz music, so those rhythms couldn’t help flowing through his words.
      Thanks so much for being here, my friend, blessings and sweetness to you *hummingbirds**wispy clouds**children dancing*

    1. The poet was a master at catching Jazz rhythms in his work.And being Black, he had a lot to say about America’s racism. Too bad it still needs to be said. Wishing you sweetness, Joanne

  1. Hi Joan,

    Thanks for posting this poem. It’s beautiful and is the essence of Mr. Hughes.

    Ann Chiappetta, Author


    ` Making meaningful connections with others through writing `


    http://www.annchiappetta.com Facebook Annie Chiappetta

    “We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”

    * Joseph Campbell

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