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Harlem Renaissance Poetry

Harlem Renaissance Poetry. The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes June Olson. Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway…

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Harlem Renaissance Poetry

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  1. Harlem Renaissance Poetry The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes June Olson

  2. Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway… He did a lazy sway… To the tune o’ those Weary Blues. The Weary Blues

  3. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues!

  4. In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan-- “Ain’t got nobody in all this world, Ain’t got nobody but ma salf. I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’ And put ma troubles on the shelf.”

  5. Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then he sang some more “I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can’t be satisfied-- I ain’t happy no mo’ And I wish that I had died.”

  6. And far into the night he crooned that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead.

  7. Analysis • Alliteration and Assonance • Imagery • Blues Form

  8. Alliteration Assonance Droning a drowsy poor piano moan with melody He played that sad raggy tune In a deep song voice with the melancholy tone Alliteration and Assonance

  9. Imagery • By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light • Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool • Coming from a black man’s soul

  10. Ain’t got nobody in all this world, Ain’t got nobody but ma salf. I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’ And put my troubles on the shelf. I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can’t be satisfied-- I ain’t happy no mo’ And I wish that I had died. Blues Form

  11. Theme • Although in despair and weary of the treatment by Whites, the African-American survives through personal expression in unique art forms such as the Blues. • Coming from a black man’s soul

  12. Theme • The African-American community must find strength within itself as a race to overcome the oppression of Whites. • Ain’t got nobody in all this world but ma salf • I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied---

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