Reflecting on his career, the vaudeville comedian Bert Williams attributed his success to his decision to perform in blackface. “A great protection,” he said, that “gave me a great place to hide.” A generation later, Langston Hughes became Williams’s literary equivalent: a black artist who found his voice in the appropriation of the black underclass. So successful was he that a half-century after his death, Hughes remains what he energetically endeavored to become: the beloved bard of black America. Like his poetic idol Walt Whitman, Hughes strove to be (in Alfred Kazin’s characterization of the Good Gray Poet) “the poet of the people and to act the poet in public.”
Incubated in the Harlem Renaissance, Hughes initially appeared to fit its self-conscious strategy of winning white approval through cultural display, “civil rights by copyright,” in the phrase of the phenomenon’s foremost historian, David Levering Lewis. At the age of nineteen, Hughes became one of the early supernovae of the Renaissance with the publication in 1922 of “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”:
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard