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POETS OF THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE. → A time of great creativity for African-Americans → Caused by the Black Migration from the rural South to the cities of the North during WWI → Started in Harlem, a part of New York City. COUNTEE CULLEN. 1903-1946. ET. YET DO I MARVEL.

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Poets of the harlem renaissance

POETS OF THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE

→A time of great creativity for African-Americans

→Caused by the Black Migration from the rural South to the cities of the North during WWI

→Started in Harlem, a part of New York City


Countee cullen

COUNTEE CULLEN

1903-1946



Yet do i marvel
YET DO I MARVEL

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,

And did He stoop to quibble could tell why

The little buried mole continues blind,

Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,…

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:

To make a poet black, and bid him sing!


Paul lawrence dunbar 1872 1906

PAUL LAWRENCE DUNBAR1872-1906

First Black poet to use Negro dialect in poems and novels


When all is done
WHEN ALL IS DONE

When all is done, and my last word is said,

And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”

Let no one weep for fear that I should know,

And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so.

When all is done and in the oozing clay,

Ye lay this cast-off hull of mine away,

Pray not for me, for, after long despair,

The quiet of the grave will be a prayer.


For I have suffered loss and grievous pain,

The hurts of hatred and the world’s disdain,

And wounds so deep that love, well-tried and pure,

Had not the power to ease them or to cure.

When all is done, say not my day is o’er,

And that thro’ night I seek a dimmer shore:

Say rather that my morn has just begun,

I greet the dawn and not a setting sun,

When all is done.


Langston hughes 1902 1967

LANGSTON HUGHES1902-1967

Most well-known poet of the

Harlem Renaissance

The Weary Blues first published book of poetry

“The Negro Speaks of Rivers”


Dream deffered
DREAM DEFFERED

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?


Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load 

Or does it just explode?


Dream variations
DREAM VARIATIONS

  • To fling my arms wideIn some place of the sun,To whirl and to danceTill the white day is done.Then rest at cool eveningBeneath a tall treeWhile night comes on gently, Dark like me--That is my dream!


  • To fling my arms wideIn the face of the sun,Dance! Whirl! Whirl!Till the quick day is done.Rest at pale evening . . .A tall, slim tree . . .Night coming tenderly Black like me.


Dreams
DREAMS

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.


Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.


Jessie redmon fauset
JESSIE REDMON FAUSET

  • Literary editor of Crisis magazine

  • Fostered careers of black poets like Langston Hughes

  • “midwife” of the Harlem Renaissance

  • Most prominent black woman writer

  • Short Story – “Mary Elizabeth”


Joseph seamon cotter jr
JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER, JR.

  • 1895-1919 DIED OF TUBERCULOSIS

  • The Band of Gideon and Other Lyrics

  • On the Fields of France


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