Began in New York during 20s amp 30s An explosion of Social changes Artistic work Poetry Photography Writing amp literature Music Cultural changes Langston Hughes 19021967 ID: 528221
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Harlem Renaissance Began in New York, during 20’s & 30’sAn explosion of:Social changesArtistic workPoetryPhotographyWriting & literatureMusicCultural changesSlide2
Langston Hughes(1902-1967)
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Born in Missouri
World traveler
Held many jobs
Love of Jazz and Blues
Hope in humanitySlide3
I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong.Tomorrow,I’ll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
Reading “Weary Blues”Slide4
Countee Cullen (1903-1946)
Adopted by a reverend
Lived in Harlem
New York University
Harvard Masters Program
Teacher from 1934Slide5Slide6
James Weldon Johnson(1871-1938)
“Lift Every
Voice
and Sing”
To America
How would you have us, as we are?
Or sinking ‘
neath
the load we bear?
Our eyes fixed forward on a star?
Or gazing empty at despair?
Rising or falling? Men or things?
With dragging pace or footsteps fleet?
Strong, willing sinews in your wings?
Or tightening chains about your feet?Slide7
Claude McKay (1889-1948)
“Harlem
Shadows”
“If We
Must Die”
America
Although
she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.Slide8
Arna Bontemps(1902-1973)
A
Black Man Talks of Reaping
I
have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
that wind or fowl would take the grain away.I planted safe against this stark, lean year.
I scattered seed enough to plant the land
in rows from Canada to Mexico
but for my reaping only what the hand
can hold at once is all that I can show.
Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields
my brother's sons are gathering stalk and root;
small wonder then my children glean in fields
they have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.
Born in Louisiana
Grew up in L.A.
Teacher in Harlem
Husband & father
Head Librarian – Fisk U.Slide9
Jean Toomer(1894-1967)
Portrait in Georgia
Hair-
-braided chestnut,
coiled like a
lyncher’s
rope,Eyes--fagots,Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame
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