The Book of American Negro Poetry

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O MY YELL

o my yell

tter sa

mething in

ever born,

e a scar

ndy aut

ever ha

reathing i

margin le

arthest sta

oid consu

ngness t

eam my dr

as an aut

ve my vai

s it i

IC:

no hollo

ountains; the

curtain wi

ds' invisi

seen and n

uiet as a s

aveling, wha

in the

ge put forth

thousand

Fancy rin

, charlatan h

NTI

a kiss

dead ma

t was l

a grown

there in

years a

that set

ad man'

C

ree, ha

ve, brow

e worl

ace of

ne, moo

d winds a

this hear

flowing

ee, ste

follow

life s

price of

ove, man

work a

ll of God

beauty

AP

long for the

nd change

wings and the w

n the edge o

my heart who

rance-place

ome in from th

om the rains

eginald

LEDGLING BARD AND

rt

d the new, the

rains the fledg

teach the igno

stuff the edi

ot e'en tho

s to smash tra

instead decked

aunting me by

fe archive I s

artling thing

ut me wise jus

d, I, like the a

owledge of its

to fail the bar

one direct me

udding genius

ce to gain po

acred truths la

t the genuine go

e they shape new

symbols sound lik

*

be an elig

am no poet

head youth with

ting rhymer

t he can make

some poet's

applause and plea

l never know o

t a true, a

oet's color

k me e'er to pr

se old cock, nor

nt to gaze w

he lead but eye t

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rt

blem all alo

w to find th

ky piece like

they might mar

e poetry monge

mer, anything

all, but heaven'

en he published

ang of all hi

ot condemnatio

rtals who were

im for tellin

uld not tell th

poet lord and mad

ewd, vile drunkar

e he dared to

s no cursed h

genius with the

m, they hammere

lended human

"the bard of wo

ak the booze o

e the town to s

ls, they win m

s, for I won't

s may never thi

lare I am

as good as Go

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n has go

et has s

t contains

h thing ha

ntain has

lley has

vine is

iver is

has got s

se man i

lar is a b

e has been

man is a

man is n

d man is

ard to fin

ng man is

ubt it as

l man is

ctor has

Weldon

AND UNKN

unknown bard

lips to touch

arkness, did y

beauty of the

midst his bonds

ut the still wat

cient faith of

k-kept soul, b

slave poured o

y to Jesus"?

t have nightly

ut his hands he

"Jordan roll"? W

swing low"? A

that comfortin

ows de tro

ving clod, wha

od through all it

n its deadened

orrow, love and

tch that subt

usic heard not

elusive reed s

soul or melts th

t German mast

at thundered am

tion, ever

o down, Moses.

ghty trumpet-

are the notes th

us deeds; such

e history when

de, wide wond

raded rest an

rit of the se

hildren of the

ingers, gone, f

, of all the

sung untaught, u

out upward, see

deeds of hero

loody war, no

umphs; but your

n chord with

etter than you

isteners' hungr

more than this

from wood and

YOU WE

de stars don't

e de sun done

e der's nothin

you we

e de sky ain't

me dat ev'yth

me I don't kn

you we

me dat ev'yth

e de day's jes

e de bird's fo

you we

e I jes can't

e ma th'oat ke

me a tear sta

you we

CREA

gro S

tepped ou

ked around

lon

ke me a

the eye of

covered e

an a hundr

a cypres

God s

e ligh

ess rolled up

stood shinin

aid, "Tha

out and took the

the light aro

e made

sun a-blazing

hat was left fr

it up in a

t against t

night with the

down

ness and

led th

aid, "Tha

imself ste

was on His

oon was o

e clustered a

th was unde

ked, and wh

s hollowed t

d the mou

pped and lo

rth was hot

over to the e

t out the

yes, and the li

hands, and the

s above the e

ng waters

reen grass

le red flowe

pointed his fi

k spread o

down in the holl

ers ran dow

smiled

rainbow

tself around

His arm and He

ea and ove

"Bring forth!

han God could

s and

asts a

rivers an

forests and

he air with

aid, "Tha

d walke

looked

hat He h

ed at H

ooked at

ked at His

ed on H

its livin

d, "I'm lon

God s

a hill where

wide river

head in H

ght and

ght, "I'll m

he bed of

oped th

e bank of

eled H

the great

un and fixed

s to the most far

earth in the mid

Great

y bending o

down in

ver a lum

ped it in H

He blew the b

ecame a l

n.

HITE

ine, take ca

te witch ride

r prowess nor

safety lie

glance ther

smile there

te witch you

r brothers m

children yo

hag and sn

so; the wi

glowing cha

e like carn

e new-born l

ke ocean wa

th subtle gr

ut her head

n glory o

she always

youth and m

centuries

planets saw

f throbbing

r to the g

hind those

hin those la

eath the s

voice and pu

of the pa

of the va

een the grea

s led me t

kissed her

ace so whit

he has twin

e with her

e red lips

ike a liv

power of

le trembles

t care alt

go ebbing f

een your stro

ur laughter

voices she

of a fa

s closer to

marked you f

he old Anta

e great dy

passions,

last besi

entless, lu

ecstatic,

ine, take car

te witch ride

brothers mi

pon her be

glance ther

smile there

ER N

efore the fi

sun fledged his

he everlastin

mother over

ns shall blaze

r fiery course

he darkness wh

c peace shall g

eble sun of l

the hour for

weary of the f

rkness without

dded, I shal

iet bosom o

UTHL

and! O S

not heard

blown, the w

tions, on

word, the

n's pres

ew, for al

l be sav

and! O S

not hea

beat of o

you not t

ward, 't

e fair w

dome, and t

man who w

nd, fair

do you st

age and a

and usel

gtime! 'Ti

d is you

bove, and G

are on

and! my

and! do

e task, nor

you for

er, re

ess stalks

strong who

t one at

OT

ands; not brave,

upor. Mark h

rute than man?

; none, save the

aring, and no

mal caught in th

beast in human

call you man

are you thus?

hild-like, ten

nown three cent

ithful race which

es and nursed ou

le breach of t

and

o, why

g not new,

re. I am that

ng whenever a

ait which figh

nt, balks at th

forever see

wnward pull;-

ruit am I of

nt, the ine

s and the pow

radation, taug

of cruel sigh

itterness, th

ugh fifteen g

found in me

ttered curse

in of conquer

the fearful f

by other han

shed spirit, the h

long dead,-their

cho of the

their bartered m

ce, no race c

human dregs

offspring of t

I am. . . . T

ursed your babes

ay,

he brute

im to that oak

longer than th

fuel! Pile it'

st or high! or

nd terror i

ch! Good fuel t

ad-high. Ha! he

other! Wilder

Water! Pour

t should burn to

owly blaze ag

roans! His eyes

und in vain a

the last! Watc

angs till, turned

e coils of chai

e against the ba

an no more than

ne, and you this

ts links; this

sion, to the

endish crime h

our wives and

n by those last

irit, brothers

EARS (1

ry of the Signing of the

mine, to-

century swe

rough Lincoln

ur bonds and

years-a w

e history

look back o

seems our st

r back! Thr

naked, shiv

their haunts a

eyed, on Vir

ours by rig

s ours by r

o turn its

s in its fr

he tangled f

ed once rank w

ath-traced,

white, the

fruits that ha

fields that

trained, our ba

eneath a ru

which is n

on field

ts first cr

Attucks' w

yet has co

ir flag has

do, for m

faltered or

to bear it, r

a hot-breath'

hands, it ha

d far acro

yet,-O hau

east, for th

ck, treason

t that flag

e speak but s

hang our hea

f new-come f

ur heritag

rect and wi

foes let t

a rightful

more than pa

brothers,

feet, the p

bowed benea

faint from wou

ng force of

d leaves us stu

n waiting thr

voice for j

know the h

and 'round u

ng darkness,

uplifted

ok out, bey

izon's beck

our God-kn

rt of some

e tongues

s now are c

heir work c

e fires lit by

t John Brown'

oy was but

ink those pr

s heart were

millions pray

h tens of tho

so many fr

let it come

esley

MEL

r, Miss

pretty si

heek, an' s

form chuck f

s' gal Ah

dat you wo

Miss Me

r, Miss

berry ga

f, an' shi

arm so plu

alk, Ah lak

love you,-go

Miss Me

r, Miss

name, but it

seed yo'

won't ag

et smile wi

into e

, Miss M

G THE

doctor-man,

e'n' to he

,-Ah'

hard fo' to

t'ings on de

not'in' a-t

Ah sent

ake?" Well,

und drops an

candy soa

ized chunk o

ried was

t tea brough

a fo' to cle

em t'ings did

e remedies s

bottles was

laud'num, l

fo' fever

lief, an

a bottle

mo' Ah do

done no go

ite begun

ome clabber,

' gran'ma

't eat you'r

cared an' s

, see what

tor-man. Gawd

e'n' to he

,-Ah'

CORN

n a clump

to 'im

jolly bl

, at hi

early

de ha

lear, swee

de mus

dovee,

love me

o-

tu'ns de c

ell 'is ol

Har! Co

love a c

stirs y

ody li

neighb

in yo'

mist

jolly bl

' in d

Julie,

truly,

o-

scol' 'is

try to m

hoa! Co

olly bl

n' in

to yo'

dewy

r, boy,

ever

e' me

' sin

dawlin'

callin'!

o-

un' anot

to yo'

Har! Co

K MA

glory, an' Ah ho

story, an' Ah hope y

to Texas, an' f'o

in glory, 'rected

o' Washington, an

Lincoln, tow'rin'

h o' women standin'

ck an' homely,-'less

of angels, dey will

ld go crazy 'thout th

at meekness makes you

ol' Mammies must 'a'

de servant, den Ah

ex' to Jesus, sub to

de fait'ful, an' de

own wid jewels mor

oad to trabel evah

n huh cabin till huh

to shake huh f'om huh k

cob's ladder," an' he

e babies, she'd jes' sin

e trouble, she would

way to heaben, findi

to Jesus," she jes'

ah Jurdan," kep' "a-

e char'et," kep' "a-

o quavah of de sh

discovahed, fo' sh

de shadder, an' she

one possession: "da

il'en freedom, but sh

huh sorrows, an' up

Pinck

SK

s busy labor

e dream to w

thousand dusk

their hope? "Bu

ht," they cry, "a

ngines throb,

ught is wedded

be the end, and

dare not answ

s ahead, but

ilsome buildi

to set our

e roots out th

ll wear eter

MAS AT

with me a

about our a

r wonted t

turn of Chr

walls of wea

romance o

de rooms of

meant in th

north wind sea

ll not be

a log of g

comfort, an

children yo

rkling Chri

leader of

with hear

h comprehe

e yet of co

dering all

ith the ch

all give you

estroying

ith true ma

the glowin

er loves t

sits in si

chafe the

pass the k

nuts and h

set on co

ne carol w

of the Ma

at Milton's

s dialogu

es with his

aid of life

lights we fai

and kinsma

r door see

little lig

ER M

ares to v

rs to haunt

as all but

lure of o

came, announ

y, miracle

oft the rou

er sunshine

e sap and br

e crimson

again my s

in me a

ottage door

carpet nat

arched ab

of shad

re dreams of

e bowers rif

scheme di

hurt and soo

hill or i

e brook wen

fields would

wheat or b

heart aga

e sweetness o

cark of tim

ord of life

TE

am I to te

children d

myself to

m KNOWLEDGE

hey flicker

of my know

m POWER to

now to

eakness throug

m LOVE for

's creature

es lagging

ir guide I s

little ch

leaning ha

Smyth

G OF

t shone at the

hich bloom and th

t robe of the

filled with thei

which feed on a

g streams which

g herds in th

of gladness

d the Lakes to t

osts, we give

reaping his w

which the ric

g dews and ref

ich ripens the

wheat and the

èd ox and the

rs large and

the lambkin fr

ch floats near t

osts, we give

in sweet and

nd beans and t

d the peach and

d press where t

ich crows at th

ld "turk" of th

ich swim in the

hich hide in t

d the Lakes to t

osts, we give

oaks and the

the coal from the

r ores of a t

d bright and t

boat and the

y sail of the

sponge and th

f peace which

d the Lakes to t

osts, we give

cot and the

and plenty t

which guides

er mercies,

d home with it

ngs of Than

g toils and th

arts in our songs

d the Lakes to t

osts, we give

. Dan

E T

r, think you

uld live at

existence

of your gre

be you fea

live and d

! be it b

gone and te

ath was the

n's children

ed that men

y foeman

ary, your

ng, ere in

TOUZL

R. V

w'ile yore

ow sweet cha

gel, wifo

tle Tou

How dare you

oul de tim

dat I is Bl

tle Tou

m'! dem spa

laffs an'

od gib nat

tle Tou

ban's so so

m toddlin',

n' you out

tle Tou

e sma't ez

re evah

down to

tle Tou

know how m

got no nie

Unkel one

tle Tou

m magic w

r craf'-doa

s lak you i

tle Tou

A PE

hristened

ear nude, to

g arms and

spangles, ga

dancing-sa

, dumb to br

hearing de

rshalled b

while a heart

essed with v

r heads to

ey sought to

n for a m

amid force d

e lost look

to us, d

h we saw-we

N' F

lazy, so

ips me, th

ak doin' less

w is sharp

ask et han

am fair a

at steals embit

y it, kai

es won't

sistin' stubbe

doan neu

ail to an

s (dough I

s, wretchit fe

RUM

uttin' s

a lady

erpon h

ob redd

hite sat

d ercross

! he cut

out dar

n' hi

ah whist

behine

whut he

he dues

rass stick

an' lub-

wid lon

mpley

an'su

ife an'

blin' so

'n an' s

ncopate

m an' lea

n' cla

not leas

an' big

ut a

e all u

he'ps mai

all mus'

mus' be

t, de c

de laigs

e erway

tipede

m de

on J

EN OF

ildren of

ing

Southern

or the mi

Shiloh sh

laming swo

teel of br

ss in cr

y! Fra

he star-

ving

s have lull

ions wrought

re the moo

ght of du

ere the star

ystic sym

y! Fra

through clo

hty

sed our slee

r us a my

lendor of

l always

of the

who shall

y! Fra

NE

with war I awoke

ering over N

blew and the thu

happy shoutin

t faces Armageddon

ats of white-

umpets, litt

ast and fr

ities in t

welling on t

ast that Pea

n of God's

ying blood

ritten de

ok of all

ilies in t

roses by

olden flow

ed her smooth

ootsteps ce

will greet

r chario

roken down

s of dark

hall men kn

shall wo

ief the God

ast and fr

ities in t

welling on t

ren, blow yo

oaning 'neath her

ic of the old

of warriors, dusk

of others in the

of blood-stained

y veins leap

my brothers,

d that peace mi

O my brother

ave the freedo

ee, our tawny

ight and Serbia'

sun or settin

gle blast had

ike the surly

artan, proud t

at we never kn

rothers mine, hav

the temple

and let us b

goldenrod the f

en with thee i

fire and down

ask of thee

the land of Sta

nce of Peace is hoveri

I

tired of building up some

a rest, M'

llon or two of gin, shoot a game or two of dice and

te people's clothes turn to dust, and the Calv

e and your nights hunting the warm gin Mike serve

as given us too many. It is better to die than it

vens. The stars mark our desti

d of civi

ANJO

me, the music of

he levee, picking

e cabin and th

on I am as welco

is always food

mes of those who

ad tracks the lit

love me as they

Last night a woman called me a t

CARLE

the Virgin Mary and

d white people's tips; but he died

g, so I had

girl's education and a face that

on dance

came to me with tales of fortune that I could reap

re gin than any ma

than all the w

thani

STEIN STA

to! St

er ag

does the me

propo

s comp

player who ha

the d

nging pr

epeating its

notes

oard go

he minor comes

t a ce

te mod

wn to subdo

lody mel

so 'ce

alls in a w

is this

rds all

patter that com

l-poin

ing t

mad agita

aughte

the f

'cello its to

ad molto

only could ma

Dougla

ART OF

woman goes fort

soft winging,

s turrets and v

hose echoes the

woman falls bac

me alien cage

rget it has dre

reaks, breaks on t

O

on the gr

h is on

across our

ing sha

moments, lu

and fad

enew the A

ermore

ILL

eils of my fa

art from the bl

y from their s

ness that fo

tom with d

tumult of ha

ils, for the v

low o'er the bla

DIE WHILE

die while

you hold

hter lies

ts are i

die while

to that s

s turbulen

me when

die while

would ca

as nothing

ing more

die while

ver, n

of this

or ceas

E

mend the fab

unts its tatte

compromise awh

now waxing, w

o a further w

s cup so tant

parched lips li

ushed cold fing

TTLE

g up my li

y heart

ng I may

re of the

eft fingers

l relent

g up my li

, within

de M

LYNC

smoke ascended

y the crudest

m to his boso

remained sti

bright and s

e one that ev

p at last to F

ly o'er the

soon the mixed c

body swaying

nged to look,

in her eyes

s, lynchers th

dreadful thing

E MU

ie-let it no

nned in an in

bark the mad

mock at our

ie-oh, let u

ecious blood m

even the mon

ained to honor

We must meet

umbered, let us

ousand blows dea

fore us lies t

ace the murderou

wall, dying, bu

WHITE

m not fiend a

ould not arm

n ten of you

others murdere

ved, for eve

ut-match: am I

ck land where bla

hty from the

id: Even thou

rn on the be

ce I set amo

ove thyself of

ld is swallowe

ttle lamp: go

ARLEM

s laughed with y

perfect, half-cl

ike the sound o

k players upo

anced on grace

hanging loose

med a proudly

for passing t

thy neck blac

and, tossing c

bold-eyed boys,

th their eager,

at her falsel

was not in tha

EM S

alting foots

em when the n

e the shapes o

d desire's i

k girls, who i

gh the night from

g night until t

ttle gray fee

night until the

eaven upon the ear

lf-clad girls

inly shod, from

world, that in

dishonor a

e timid littl

own feet of m

me, the wea

ering from str

THE

trees have sh

t the morn

g birds bene

tered for

ur faces sou

the sum

s spire the

outhed orc

l seek the

ers the c

e laughing c

s the dr

l build a

an open

forever wi

nut-bro

IN NEW

e springing

e silver sp

linger h

winds go l

golden hou

ows and scru

ful the Ap

weet the firs

too glorio

pend the ev

fresh and stre

hausted, du

IRED

O my soul!-

to evening-w

bel heart! for

misty veil wi

weary body,

e gently in h

aden sigh tho

ired hands an

y was theirs, t

eep, and fold m

out the gray clo

eaded dawn!

my brain, my l

n the hard, t

BA

gaze at t

s are da

watch you

n-illum

t I must

cinatin

ing like a

your trembl

t see upo

ftly glow

s the barr

air and

O.

the color of a

ob in it like rain-st

f the trumpet-tree

nd each note thrills

h music, that well from

your eyes, t

, reading my thought

gentle and soft like th

ch

omes warm with h

, pure with the

a fairy, too fair for

l beautiful things, gave

rt

ot recking of passion,

flower, fairy, non-mort

es

r, lif

ME-

I forgotten

n brief years

purple apple

brings the sh

he special, st

tree's floweri

the ground doves

nday with their

ten much, but

red, blood-red

ll the honey

bring back to

m out of the

ad bees in th

o think in wh

ainted ladies

e road mazing

olden threads of

n, strange, but

red, blood-red

months, what time

ool to have ou

ne-thrilled bodi

blackberries

w! I have emba

ed moments, w

t of passio

ning in the fla

happy, happ

nsettia's red i

-AN

ices cha

eet dem

little,

y dis ma

de marn

market-pe

ht shine f

boy, wid

ober dem

oss de b

stur whe

ng wid d

le cant'

ail up in

etchin'

w dem boy

rly marn

ocks crow

rs are shi

by de f

coffee f

idin' on

cross de

rse too, a

st had come

dem hol'

ber past

comin' e

e de ste

ly track

d donkey

wid him u

k' wi' yam

and Gub'

sits in

long de m

grindin'

boilin' s

r de toil

eekin' hi

thinkin'

r ones le

d though a

reasure o

cknies, s

burdens 'p

vin' one

gry mouth

nts he thi

eamin' o

on wid j

e'ch de ma

rs no pri

is de mo

ime is he

water c

ne bebrid

wid a li

ttle, grea

is all

an' gill

eople ha

brater t

weatin' h

an an' p

i' fe s

un is lo

arket i

an' him re

sit do'n

ed wife s

hildren

laborers

now him co

at abou

hire from

nk, an' th

oughts no m

got up a

up him s

s rang t'r

o-an'-si

le he'd g

bad de su

ut de le

o'n an' b

e him min'

ses would

wed him li

ll fe tw

urneys o

ad dis ma

buy a li

aby when

long de c

eben m

rops fe

lly cash

ch him own

ldren scam

retchin' ou

o de poor

uch he fe

hed dem fa

ait an' nu

ck deir han

wife kisse

get down-h

nly pay

uk we com

ve, an' car

sarbe fe

ry mek tw

nd how h

ind de hau

pickny b

adow lef'

elt an in

ssed his

eet an' ge

' my heart,

ub you to

art is wea

ou can me

sed an' ki

oughts were

way down

wedded in

rnin' of

ll de grief

de marn

nkin' of

'lated e

ofit it c

de busin

ncely two

S. Cott

PR

lie i

on my

es across

panorama

of gay-voi

in its wonde

on moonlit

holy glow o

g silently th

the b

rds to make my dr

T SHALL

her,

s go unto

we stand

all

I do no

m h

urge

sco

et no

s are c

no pe

le are

r, what sha

CAUSE I

smile whe

ll my

perings

t knows not w

cause I

n sneer w

in their

them ey

ak thei

cause I

ND OF

f Gideon r

wind is th

roll is thei

ng's flash thei

black

fiery

ey cry

ch stro

of the Lord

low rear t

ir God with

arrogance, s

souls for the w

black

fiery

ey cry

ch stro

of the Lord

f Gideon r

earth with

th they sco

ke, storm and

black

fiery

ey cry

ch stro

of the Lord

flash and the

ave mercy o

ey fall on th

arching for

black

fiery

ey cry

ch stro

of the Lord

pent and t

ly wrath th

f Gideon y

ir tongues of

black

fiery

ey cry

ch stro

of the Lord

N M

dusty e

he fall

hispere

louder

silvery d

ancien

e mello

life t

f earth

greenin

fall tr

every

silvery d

e long

Great M

g life

LICA

tired an

f the endl

of waitin

ing endl

but rest

days that

for the li

must jo

e C.

GRO SO

uly are

n who ca

to walk the bl

, joining th

way, to suff

hen their own

ejudice! When

Brave, for yo

uly are

ls that g

s of vengeance f

ar with vision

Brotherhood, li

le they front

d! They take th

blood like Him

mock might fi

ie F

C'EST

r aftern

by you i

atch the s

the ash-t

atch the sq

r in the g

while I ma

with love

woman who

f heaven to

love-light

glow on y

a man whose

chilly bl

of his le

my life'

ll none o

you of her

full of jests

hat I we

AS EVE

hrist, why

ook down

France, on b

er dreadf

ur childish

your chee

hrist, why

it tha

rance, in mar

r grea

call your o

wn Get

hrist, why

your tear

France, for p

ant at G

ed not my cu

for France

rist, what c

t this

France, for f

sweet

free all me

eds to keep

lovely Chri

rdon is

rance, for gl

her vali

ve, and Fran

ve for e

D F

e, this dead an

r the hateful

ound forever

his gr

surcease? Bette

reary day, the n

king sigh, the

ssion's

FLA

and groan, and I would say, 'Mammy, what makes you groan so?' And she would say, 'I am groaning to think of my poor children; th

her sitting bo

red with slavery

ildren, lonely

king at t

her, we thy

ubborn hearts o

irthright, figh

sioning

LI

h of Massillon

I am dead th

d grave-I canno

e to sleep in so

ry one, by eve

hould taste wit

life, the fulles

r hear the note o

by passersby to

r penetrate the

ng torture to dea

annihilate and my d

roud and envelo

Spe

E FEAST O

of Sh

race, pool, and flo

ffron and haze a

range in color

ase the dreams

g palm-shade en

ith harp and fl

ted birds escaped fr

dear, and passionat

ked by the softly kis

d Vashti t

es of the sun s

d towers o

's wane, two p

er on earth-wel

eerless beauty

e Queen's feet

r mine head,-sti

, to bend and

e-pink of sanda

to the magnet

but the moon-ray st

o crush a grape '

a rose in the ni

n's Rose i

to force the

fast to suff

t come to tea

a more

how you say lov

, love is both

may not come to

h nor fles

e not manna for

ink, and red wine

meat, and full

ch you and leave

Persia sets ou

se Persi

ire and thy pur

King,

E CAR

Girl-of-the

a name

a right g

o amid the

f this unlo

g of spiri

glance, and

he-fire i

ne-Lady kn

slant-envy of

ir and radiant

leaf; Innocence i

man knows you-

sees form divine

not of hi

incur

version save

nurse its bro

ence of a b

of life

the setting

my m

usage and g

ly incens

ivering fe

ssignation

l it d

, were gam

ances f

l-of-the-Ta

how intimatel

you send

know the dea

sordi

u-my Limou

-necked

ere brave an

the heavy o

to feel tha

er glad i

is good

is that y

the queer in

before a

the Carni

er, Destin

me, is sho

seep int

the usual and

une to claim h

WIFE

ns in the sch

arth t

lds whatever

border

and fierce

the se

e holds his gl

the Pl

them; and I

from t

as only worth

you i

links the

e huma

ove them;

onths in Fla

re, a cave h

millio

ong, mate fo

cultur

clear the o

e your hob

en life ma

es and lea

ait the sev

ars I

heart's ple

, nor

t outlives

lken

reach up fr

lory-clad,

NSL

into a fa

iend

ontent was n

ew all the

ow calm his

k of anvil

el," I said, "mut

armony of this

at the

ired bodi

se warm

ced its particle

after st

eir lovers

apt that my e

y morni

NB

oets sing

ng and Heav

rt and Beaut

Shelley, K

oets sing

x R

DAM S

lks talkin' in our

n da scripch

bused him, sed, he

n folks dey all

stuh Adam, an' I fe

an dey do, all 'bout

Mammy, fuh to ta

right fum wron

he ough

my heart-he'd-a

h had no dear

chilehood roun' d

owed no pic

eat big grown up m

da right ki

d a Mammy when dat

a come a

eat dat-d

d no Mammy fuh to

right fum wron

he ough

my heart he'd a

h had no dear

RAIN

Sim

other Wilson-how

. W

Simmons, but den I gi

Sim

n' Brown an' Green; how's

. W

good but my bu

. B

rin' lots wid pa

. B

n's sick, but

. G

uh Doctuh fuh he

Sim

dy Turner,

. T

pect to git here

Sim

ns, make yo's

to fear-my ol

weather's p

s'prised ef w

. B

Simmons, we k

ne to be no

facts dat's

sees 'em you ki

ars da cheers a

heumatics-dare jin

l

uh rain, r

quack loud an'

hills seems t

uh rain,

on da hearth wi

n' over her w

o' rain, r

done changed h

rown suit he

an' stil

e da air it Sta

's voice it gits

a time f

uits bones an'

e him eatin'; h

', cert'nes s

fr

Simmons, we k

e tuh be no

t fallin' an' da

n no spiders fum

a sun went b

nevah once been se

d all dis, den y

a-gwine to be n

Turner

, JESUS

eath Thy m

Jesus,

raise Thy

Jesus,

b, come,

good

Jesus,

as I cry

Jesus,

t bright

Jesus,

b, my go

good

Jesus,

R IS

days are d

fire I se

win' is b

one in da

eafs are fa

days is bee

blowin' m

one in da

s fallin'

say "Dis i

blowin'

one in da

Dunbar

NN

ught of viol

nd that spring b

ril days, whe

gh the fields in

violets meant f

ins, and perfu

hts, and minci

nd songs, and

real things my tho

e fields, and cl

veliness that

hy and Heaven-

tingly, you'v

d my soul's fo

Bertra

TTLE

little

nuff f

aitin'

ixt fu

ah by

y far f

fur de

ready to

little

acre o'

growin'

rees al

wks a-b

gyahde

ould you

t litt

t littl

clean an

n' ang

ray o

t littl

' fine a

like a

lone

listen

'splai

e lady'

t littl

u take

e way i

take m

de dee

RO

ny lift

weet im

the Ly

ard of th

hest gif

our sent

the gift

s enraptu

and thron

his rage

s his lyr

n by co

the sad

y's sorro

n half-li

om's twi

ter grow

er late

there a g

m a consci

ith a mess

nant hou

our Ly

ur wills

our caus

if of h

s our ra

us honor

mic bro

us-not

mer, Gre

's immo

l be death

bar, blac

s eterna

ne a Star

rizoned

of doubt

g a night

with pre

our long

our soul

eland

AWN'S

awn's

moldering fl

ast. Then, hi

e sky so gr

of gold

awn's

thousand dream

singing in

of etern

he new a

awn's

f pent-up

led fragrance

es of half-f

torn an

ght we craved,

me, ha

ASHER

cheek and the

hopes and the s

long the r

reath betwixt

ast toiled f

thou now but t

rubbed… But her

f her soul fell s

Henry S

G BELL

en, hear the

Dong

he glad new

Dong

or

bell's tolli

l's tollin'

l's tollin'

Dong

bused and t

Dong

to the Lam

Dong

jus' sent

Dong

ne set his o

Dong

said he co

Dong

one reache

Dong

o be real n

Dong

n away myse

Dong

or

bell's tolli

l's tollin'

l's tollin'

Dong

n B.

OF ET

Night thou

hy soul-charme

gh height wh

of their

t last when

s dark but,

ls, ever

n answers t

n the

storms these

a hope to

o dream e

of men who

e battle r

n the

INTS O

-lying valley

alm and great

ntain-throne-tha

ifted, mighty

till and warm an

lily-vale of p

UR F

faith. Our so

y bondage a

d on! and o

FRIENDS-whil

min B

H

ert Gou

the hope of

ed on hi

rampart rang

the thund

oke and fla

great ca

f heaven'

wer of

e gallant f

the sag

devotion

edictio

nobler mar

ver he

worldly ho

e the C

lot and S

beyond

r over mo

the Ho

et the pri

holds

ameless Knig

lahad

AU

ensuous stars,

burst upon the

swords of azu

to the dark an

ht of ages str

on the gilde

iting in a bo

les of lovers

ars a voice that

arden what a

se motley pilg

rs with stories

me shining

mbers for the

Henry J

A S

oulish, gri

eyeless, ho

mirk and e

urs away

rth become

pleases

joy through

use of los

arned what

substance t

rning now

eavors m

nd that y

held by m

truggled, hop

with the mi

honors; bat

ups that wi

ease the wea

l, 'rose, str

you are b

life as li

ies that

withers wi

augh in

cannot t

ow that we

ate our fa

oulish, gri

roodings, o

y you smir

life's su

PE

SONNET TO

A A MI

a Cap

fatal que m

n de mi sangri

esta vida

azon de mue

anto: el án

uietud; moro

da lira á

tumba su pos

ce, melodi

piritual, pu

spontáneo c

l nacer: ya el

igion me cub

dre! adios-E

L TO MY

he Ch

lot has come u

nding of my ye

world I leave,

error goes my

smitten, cease t

oul her wonte

and thoughts of

e to wake its

and gladness,

and holy, p

unconscious

n my birth;

fe, even now de

folds me to m

ll! God keep t

y William Cu

FAREWELL T

Hospital de Santa Cristina on

tunate fate

of my histo

f my span of

wake a single

addening thoug

a death that

re it is for

thee its last

ore than a burd

acred, innoc

and instinct

th-And now th

ntle of mercy

ell! The pilg

by James We

CAL INDEX

aduate of Howard University, School of Liberal Arts, Washington, D.C., and did special work in English

NLEY. Born in Boston, 18

the friend of poets. Au

eaves, The Poetic Year

ompiler of The Book of

The Book of Restoratio

gazine verse. One of the

Trans

at Columbia, S.C., 1882.

versity of Chicago and H

f English at Howard Univ

f Morehouse College, A

erican Negro, The Negro

nglish Drama, A Social

in Boston and engaged i

his native city. Later he spent a while at Miami College. In the late eighties and early nineties he was engaged in newspaper work in Chicago. He wrote regularly on the various dailies of that city. He was also one of

ducation to that time had been very limited and he had endured poverty and hard work. His verses came to the attention of one of the Harvard professors. He has since published a volume, Fro

chigan. Student in Northwestern University, minister and

ore he was six years old. All through his boyhood he had the advantage and inspiration of the full library of poetic books belonging to his father, himself a poet of considerable talent. Young Cotter attended Fisk

city. In 1912, as the result of illness, he lost the use of both legs and his right arm. He does most

incipal of the largest public school in Richmond. He died in that city some years ago. He was the auth

ost of his compositions being based on themes from the old "slave songs." His "Listen to de Lambs" is widely used by choral

ersity of Berlin. For a number of years professor of economics and history at Atlanta University. Author of the Suppression o

s of Lowly Life, Lyrics of the Hearthside, Lyrics of Love and Laughter, Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow and Howdy, Honey, Howdy. Lyrics of Lowly Life, published in New York in 1896 with an introduction written by William Dean Howells, gained national recognition for Dunbar. In addition to poetical works, Dunbar wa

ll University and the University of Pennsylvania. For a while she was teacher of French in the Dunbar High School, Was

Harvard University. On graduation he became a teacher of English and methods at Tuskegee. Author of the Wings

teachers in Georgia after the Civil War. Mr. Holloway was educated at Clark University, Atlanta, Ga., and at Fisk University, Nashville, Tenn. He wa

ster, Tenn., 1888; died 1918. He

e town and at Western College, Lincoln Institute and at Chicago University. He was a teacher for a nu

sity of Chicago and Northwestern University. The author of A Little Dreaming, Songs of the Soil

in the public schools of that city and at Atlanta University. She is

wn for several years. Later he came to New York with his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson, and began writing for the musical comedy stage. He served seven years as U. S. Consul in Venezuela and Nicar

n the South to Harvard University. Arriving there, he was arrested on a charge of vagrancy. While in jail, he wrote a p

ewspaper work in Boston and is the author o

s in 1897. Mr. Margetson has found it necessary to work hard to support a large family and his poems have been written in his spare moments. He is the author of two

e of Fisk University and Hartford Theological Seminary, teacher

ited States. For two years he was a student of agriculture at the Kansas State College. Since leaving school Mr. McKay has turned his hand to any kind of work to earn a living. He has worked in hotels and on t

llege. He also did some special work at Columbia University. He has had a long career as a newspaper man, working

sity, Columbia University, and the University of Pennsylvania. Author of Violets and Other Tales, The Goodness of St. Rocque, Masterpieces of Negro Eloquenc

writer of words for popular songs. He wrote many of the songs for the musical comedies in which Williams and

HENRY. Author of Mammy

nd My Country

at the Virginia Seminary, Lynchburg, Va. She lives at Ly

eas in the great war and lost his health. He died in 1921

OF T

the

t Shall

e Car

osed Gate

f Gide

Play

ier,

e Feast o

l in Zi

k Ma

ot

ly in C

g the

au

en of

mas at

as Eve

ensa

Son

tion

ah M

s Awa

d F

h So

t,

Ca

od Bl

and th

Maj

nb

k S

f Juda

ty

me-

Dance

em S

ed Oa

f a Wom

f Sewan

g

e Mu

tion Di

atter of

ic:

cause I

Touzl

s Not

Die While

, Jesus

C'est

of At

e Bro

e Cab

Ill

r's

hing

Mel

er N

H

ttle

Love S

ro

o Se

Sing

Soldie

Day,

and Unkn

li

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fla

out

aurenc

yer

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o the

Staccato

ar and W

t Woma

nti

You We

t Pass in

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of Th

nn

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in New

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