My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black . . .
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black.
Negro Poet Langston Hughes seldom wrote anything more simple and effective than his poem Cross. Some people liked it so well that he turned it into a play, Mulatto, and it ran on Broadway for more than a year in 1935-36. Two years ago, when German-born Composer Jan Meyerowitz, of the Berkshire Music Center, asked him...