Category: Harlem Renaissance
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“Harlem Shadows” by Claude McKay
“…Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet Go prowling through the night from street to street!…”
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“The Glory of the Day Was In Her Face” by James Weldon Johnson
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling of the dove; Like music of a sweet, melodious part. And in her smile, the breaking light…
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“A Song for Myself” by Melvin B. Tolson (1898 – 1966)
I judge My soul Eagle Nor mole: A man Is what He saves From rot.
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“Georgia Dusk” by Jean Toomer (1894 – 1967)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively darkens for night’s barbecue, A feast of moon and men and barking hounds, An orgy for some genius of the South With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth, Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.…
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