"The Weary Blues" by Langston Hughes.

Nov 01, 2007 23:15


1          Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
2          Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
3              I heard a Negro play.
4          Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
5          By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
6              He did a lazy sway ....
7              He did a lazy sway ....
8          To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
9          With his ebony hands on each ivory key
10        He made that poor piano moan with melody.
11            O Blues!
12        Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
13        He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
14            Sweet Blues!
15        Coming from a black man's soul.
16            O Blues!
17        In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
18        I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
19            "Ain't got nobody in all this world,
20            Ain't got nobody but ma self.
21             I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
22             And put ma troubles on the shelf."
23        Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
24        He played a few chords then he sang some more--
25            "I got the Weary Blues
26            And I can't be satisfied.
27            Got the Weary Blues
28            And can't be satisfied--
29            I ain't happy no mo'
30            And I wish that I had died."
31        And far into the night he crooned that tune.
32        The stars went out and so did the moon.
33        The singer stopped playing and went to bed
34        While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
35        He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.

Shamelessly copied from here. You should go to the site; it helps explain about why this poem is so wonderful and neat.

Or, I guess you could just click here.

In this poem, Langston Hughes tries to emulate the style of blues by repeating two lines and then addressing the problems that are in the first two lines with the third.

There is a swaying rhythm to the poem, which is really easily noticeable if one reads it out loud. This is on purpose, again to emulate the style of jazz.

The poem's content deals with a man listening to a blues musician one night in a club on Lennox avenue, which was (is?) in Harlem.

(and it's late, so that's all I'm going to write.)

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