Harlem Renaissance

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Harlem Renaissance

They have dreamed as young men dream Of glory, love and power;They have hoped as youth will hope Of life’s sun-minted hour.They have seen as other saw Their bubbles burst in air,And they have learned to live it down As though they did not care.

Poem Old Black Men

PoemRiverbank Blues

Harlem Renaissance

Definition of Harlem Renaissance: It was a time that exploded in cultural, social, and artistic evets, and was a jazzy time period

How the Harlem Renaissance celebrated African American CultureEmbracing literary, musical, theatrical, and visual arts, participants sought to reconceptualize “the Negro” apart from the white stereotypes that had influenced black peoples’ relationship to their heritage and to each other

I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.I’ve known rivers:Ancient, dusky rivers.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Weary blues from waitin'Lord, I've been waitin' too longThese blues have got me cryin'The snow falls 'round my windowBut it can't chill my heartGod knows it died the day you leftMy dream world fell a part.Weary blues from waitin'Lord, I've been waitin' too longThese blues have got me cryin'Thru tears I watch young loversAs they go strollin' byOh, all the things that might have beenGod forgive me if I cry.Weary blues from waitin'Lord, I've been waitin' too longThese blues have got me cryin'

A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank,A man git dis yellow water in his blood,No need for hopin’, no need for doin’,Muddy streams keep him fixed for good.Little Muddy, Big Muddy, Moreau and Osage,Little Mary’s, Big Mary’s, Cedar Creek,Flood deir muddy water roundabout a man’s roots,Keep him soaked and stranded and git him weak.Lazy sun shinin’ on a little cabin,Lazy moon glistenin’ over river trees;Ole river whisperin’, lappin’ ‘gainst de long roots:“Plenty of rest and peace in these . . .”Big mules, black loam, apple and peach trees,But seems lak de river washes us downPast de rich farms, away from de fat lands,Dumps us in some ornery riverbank town.Went down to the river, sot me down an’ listened,Heard de water talkin’ quiet, quiet lak an’ slow:“Ain’ no need fo’ hurry, take yo’ time, take yo’time . . .” Heard it sayin’--“Baby, hyeahs de way life go . . .”Dat is what it tole me as I watched it slowly rollin’,But somp’n way inside me rared up an’ say,“Better be movin’ . . . better be travelin’ . . .Riverbank’ll git you ef you stay . . .”Towns are sinkin’ deeper, deeper in de riverbank,Takin’ on de ways of deir sulky Ole Man--Takin’ on his creepy ways, takin’ on his evil ways,“Bes’ git way, a long way . . . whiles you can. “Man got hissea too lak de Mississippi Ain’t got so long for a whole lot longer way,Man better move some, better not git rooted Muddy water fool you, ef you stay . . .”

The Negro Speaks of River

The Weary Blues


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