Harlem Renaissance

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Harlem Renaissance

Morning JoyAt night the wide and level stretch of wold,Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold,Far as the eye could see was ghostly white;Dark was the night save for the snow’s weird light.I drew the shades far down, crept into bed;Hearing the cold wind moaning overheadThrough the sad pines, my soul, catching its pain,Went sorrowing with it across the plain.At dawn, behold! the pall of night was gone,Save where a few shrubs melancholy, lone,Detained a fragile shadow. Golden-lippedThe laughing grasses heaven’s sweet wine sipped.The sun rose smiling o’er the river’s breast,And my soul, by his happy spirit blest,Soared like a bird to greet him in the sky,And drew out of his heart Eternity.

SonnetI had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feetIn wistful April days, when lovers mateAnd wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;And garish lights, and mincing little fopsAnd cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams; The perfect loveliness that God has made,— Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dreamOf violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam.

The Harlem Renaissance was a time period that took place in the 1930s. It was filled with artistic talent and socializing.

Harlam Renaissance

"What A Wonderful World"I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom, for me and you. And I think to myself,what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue, And clouds of white. The bright blessed day, The dark sacred night. And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. The colors of the rainbow, So pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces, Of people going by, I see friends shaking hands. Saying, "How do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you". I hear babies cry, I watch them grow, They'll learn much more, Than I'll ever know. And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world. Oh yeah.

"Strange Fruit"Southern trees bear a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swingin' in the Southern breezeStrange fruit hangin' from the poplar treesPastoral scene of the gallant SouthThe bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolias sweet and freshThen the sudden smell of burnin' fleshHere is a fruit for the crows to pluckFor the rain to gather, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, for the tree to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop

Josephine Baker was an infulecial dancer during the Harlem Renaissance.

Louis Armstrong was a famous artist. He wrote "What a Wonderful World"

The Harlem Renaissance created an acceptance of the African American culture and allowed them to advance and use their rights.


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