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.
→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
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!
First Black poet to use Negro dialect in poems and novels
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.
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.
Most well-known poet of the
The Weary Blues first published book of poetry
“The Negro Speaks of Rivers”
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?
like a heavy load
Or does it just explode?
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.