The wisdom by which I govern my life, I find in the poetry of Langston Hughes. Beyond color, beyond era, this man sings a song of life which is in harmony with the music of my thoughts: it pulls me through the day-to-day drudgery, it whips me from my laziness and sadness, it ignites my rage against inhumanity, it laughs with my joy, and it shows me how to celebrate a life in all of its moments.
Each of us has a poet or poetry that will speak to us if we allow it to. So much of it seems incomprehensible and boring, but only because one does not feel any connection with the author, the words, the meaning. Hughes is my poet. Find him or find your own, but do yourself the favor of discovering that sweet song that blends with your own internal music.