Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
I.
Primed
in the
United SUtfs
of Am<-rica
Copyright 1922
To
MY
RACE
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CONTENTS
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A TOAST
TO AFRICA
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SOUL-GROWTH
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MOTHER
-
DECEIVED THE BLACK DRAFTEE FROM DIXIE TERCENTENARY OF THE LANDING OF SLAVES AT JAMESTOWN 1619-1919
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23
TOMORROW
FUTILITY
-
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25 26
27 28
29
LIKE You
30
31
THREE SONNETS:
I.
Appeal
II.
Demand
Warning
33
35
III.
37
38
39
Page
40
41
42
43
MOODS To
SON
FRIENDSHIP
44
45
46 47
48
ABANDONMENT
TEARS
QUEST
Loss
49 50
51
52
53
54
55
GOD
SPRING
56
57
58
POETRY
ECSTASY
59 60
61
62
63 65
[viiij
But above
all
comes the
New
Spirit"
CRISIS.)
A sound of muttering, faint and far and low A sound of stirring restlessly about A harsher note and frequently a shout
Of red
defiance? not of peace
trow;
not
know
The meaning of
unaccustomed rout!
Do you
The triumph of Race Hatred's overthrow? The moving millions of the darker clan
Have wakened
to
Not
man
Omnipotent
The Light!
[ix]
A TOAST TO AFRICA
Christmas, 1920
From
a goblet of rarest
and
Distilled
and glowing with nectar of wine, from the spirits of souls sweet and fine
As these sons and daughters whose deeds I rehearse, With zeal all-consuming, though halting my verseI
drink to
my
Race on
this
epochal morn,
Remembering
born,
the Christ-child
who came
lowly-
Was
But now
whom
Amen!
MOTHERS OF AMERICA
A sonnet celebrating the heroism and valor of the women
of America, black
and
War
To whom
ruth to bless,
Are
trenches hurled,
else
To
Hun, who
would
press,
The cup of degradation and distress, To lips of men with freedom's flag unfurled
Ye valiant mother-band who gladly gave, The first-fruits of your riven wombs to save, The world from horrors darker than the grave, Ye are the Brave, who in your country's need
Did sow the trenches with your Precious Seed The greatest gift of war, and valor's noblest deed.
TO PHYLLIS WHEATLEY
(First African Poetess)
No! Not
High But hid
in
thou
circle
and
sing,
There where the homes of the lowly were made, Thou nested! Though fettered, thou frail child of night,
Thy melody trilled forth with naive delight; And all through the throes of the night dark and
So plaintive and wild, touched with Africa's
lilt;
long,
forgiveness of guilt
praise,
and
paean of
Didst thou at thy vespers, Dark Nightingale, raise; So sweet was the hymn rippling out of the dark,
It rivalled the clear
lark.
FREDERICK DOUGLASS
(In honor of the centenary of his birth
February 1817-1917}
That knew not how prophetic was the blast! Then swiftly sped the years into the vast
Store-house of time!
The
Was
The
became a Soul
at last!
And
tell
what
life
every age
this
dark
face.
With
[4]
An
He came
like
Appreciation
to all proclaiming
John of old
The Bread
The breath
The
Dual
Commanded
Revived
existence, called he
in us the
back to
life;
The
ways
And
The
from the
false to separate;
hearts thro'
had long been deaf to Truth, greed had hardened into stones,
and
lifted
purified, revived
up
By
I?Envoi
O poet, with thy soul-wrought visionings, O prophet, with thy wise philosophies, O poet-prophet, prophet-poet, Come
Again to our low dwelling-places!
Come
And
Oh, wash us clean with fresh Aprilian showers, Re-light the altar candles of our souls!
[6]
TO HOWARD UNIVERSITY
{Semi-Centennial Celebration, March,
The
had passed away, Hearts yet were hot with hate and hard with greed, When some love-kindled spirit hid the seed,
pall of battle scarce
shelter us today;
whom we
pray,
Be
fortified to
full
At your
Nor
What
hath
God wrought
in fifty years!
we've crossed
And
that's
to
manhood's due
and You!
God
Lowly Life"
by William
Dean Howells)
The
beetling night
When
was fading toward the dawn, strange, weird sounds smote subtly on the ear
far
Of one
up
the heights,
who paused
to hear
The song of him, who doggedly pressed on From that low vale whence Hope seemed almost
Persistently the sound rose loud and clear
gone.
Of
The
above called down the slope And Dunbar answered, "Comrade! now
traveller
hope!"
One
[8]
who view
shall
life
darkly thro' a
veil
At length
read
its
The hidden
Of
fuller living,
trail
Whose
7
Of plodding pilgrims, who still seek the place W here men of every race shall say, "All hail!"
To
this
shall bring
our
gift
Of joyous
laughter, song and loyal love; And rank on rank still surging up, we'll lift
to the
Hosannahs
will
Making
A DREAM OF DEMOCRACY
Depressed
in spirit
Of war, and all its festering, foul brood, Grim death, gaunt suffering and loathsome food
I fell
much
o'er-wrought:
vision marvelous
my
fancy caught!
Mount
of Ages, stood
his
hands a flood
Debris of
all
earth's cruelty
and crime,
And
The
lost itself in a
deep crystal
[10]
PERIL
As,
when some
all
filthy sore
grows menacing,
air,
Polluting
Dispersing
its vile
atoms everywhere
cling,
To
And
The surgeon with blade kind but firm lays bare And cuts away the flesh, foul, festering:
So must the learned doctors of the State
Relentlessly cut the leprous sore
Of
Its
titanic roar!
[ill
SOUI^GROWTH
(Upon
the lack of opportunity afforded the Negro}
Atom
of
Infinite!
Where
Thy
Potential gods,
who
strive aright,
Of
decay
But on the
Is left to perish
miserably there.
if
faith
and culture
fail,
Behold! a Star
is
Whose
The
greatness of
say,
Nor who
When from the thrall of prejudice released, Men see the Soul behind the Veil of Clay.
Then brother recognizing
Divine that least
is
brother,
may
is
least.
beacon
in the wilderness,
Star,
lureful gleam.
With
ox-like eyes
And
Of
With God-like
light!
day
THE GOAL
("
To make
democracy ")
ideal,
Which but
Which
yet shall
to reel
And
to feel
The odium
life,
And And
is rife,
These words
become a fervent
creed,
And
vivified to
[14]
RACE-HATE
(On
the East St. Louis riot, July 28, 79/7)
What What
Such
Hate,
what
guilt,
what horrors
which
else
in
thy name!
bestial revelries
would shame
And Time
The
will write
ghastly story
how thou
didst defame
God's living temples craven, crafty Hate! For thou hast none deceived, not e'en thyself,
Hath not
Thy seeming
triumphs are too dearly bought? Cold seas of blood convulse thy coward heart;
art!
New
Were you
there?
Did you
see?
Gods! wasn't
it fine!
Did you notice how straight we kept the line, As we marched down the famous avenue,
Silent,
dogged and dusky of hue, Keeping step to the sound of the muffled drum,
its
With
Turn
turn, turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
if
Turn;
Ten
thousand of us,
there
was one!
As goodly
Or ashamed
to let the
What
Orgy
Louis "show,"
mob
what you
will,
e'en
women
struggled to
kill
fled in distress
To
find themselves
North.
We
marched
as a protest
we
On which had
Of sentiment
But no flag not that we meant any treasonOnly who'd have the heart to carry Old Glory,
[16]
After hearing
all
Of East
St.
From
The groans
Though
Oh,
yes,
'tis
Rome.
was there
in the Silent
I
Parade,
And
man
"We
march
not,
sir,
But sad; we grieve for our dark brothers Murdered, and we hope that others
Will heed our protest against wrong,
Will help to
make our
protest strong."
Were you there? Ah, brothers, wasn't The children God bless 'em headed
it
fine!
the line;
Then came
And some
my
word! 'twas a
thrilling sight
With never a laugh and never a word, But ever and always, the thing they heard
W as
7
the turn
turn
Of
the muffled
drum
tum^ turn!
And last the black-coated men swung Head up, chest firm, determined eye
I
by,
was
so happy,
wanted
to cry.
[171
As
watched the long lines striding by, (Ten thousand souls if there was one)
I
And And
knew
worm had
begun,"
[18]
LITTLE
(
MOTHER
Mary
Turner)
Upon
the lynching of
Oh, tremble,
Little
Mother,
Whom
The
in
well-loved
name
is
of
"Gabe."
For Gabriel
And
the son
is
sure to be
"Just
wants
to see!
The
away
Why
falls
From
lips
of pale-faced demons,
calls.
And
is
bound
to tell!"
[19!
Something she knows not a thing about, Or they'll "Give her the same as well!"
Oh, tremble, helpless mother!
They're beating down the door,
And
Or
you'll
never
feel
baby more.
beasts were ruthless,
Oh
the
human
the ground^
DECEIVED
To war
I
gave
my
first-born, debonair
life!
And
He dreamed
of radiant
life
When
gave
gave
My
little lad,
my
babe,
my
youngest-born,
And ready
These two
his
gave,
my
first-born
and
my
last,
of
my
love's
dream,
My
all
Whose
Shame
if I
them with a
lie?
[21]
to their
homes in
the South)
Upon his dull ear fell the stern command; And tho' scarce knowing why or whither, he
Went
And
And
Or
Dixie-land!
If toiling at
in fierce
mean
tasks ingloriously,
fighting valiantly,
combat
With
What
was black?
And when
came back,
war he never
flinched,
[22]
Upon
Of
band
command
Of masters, wielding
cruel lash
toil
From
And,
helpless slaves!
at the sign,
up
men
To
when
[23!
TOMORROW
("Ethiopia shall
stretch forth her
hand")
of promise rare,
in
What
witchery inheres
To conquer
The
failure
here or otherwhere;
Upon thy brow, is but the beacon-flame The luminous lodestone, luring on to fame
And The
high endeavor!
fool
who
says,
"Tomorrow
bursting
For opportunities
like
bombs
Today.
And
a//,
who wish
within
its
scope to stay.
in eternity
the prophecy.
[24]
FUTILITY
(To be a Negro in America!}
To
feel
Christ, the
power
to
That
And
men
to
To know
To
The "hosts
that
sit in
darkness"
to be stirred
light a world,
To
Of men, with
ominous and
pale,
Who
know,
to feel
and then
And then^
my human
am
I!
cry,
[25]
our
women
of the canteen?
Our stevedores
in
That world-democracy might be a dream come true! Was a soldier broken, dazed and exhausted by the of war ?
hell
Was
his heart
mother, wife or
sister?
women
Dusk and
with the tender, ministering hand of mother, Or with the camaraderie of sister
And
wife,
Would
bit of
home,
in
France,
for a return to the trenches,
Heartening them
And And
Oh, who
Of our women
of the canteen
.26]
THE FREEDMAN
Aged and broken and
Sapped with the
toil
helpless,
of years,
Dumbly
Slowly he searches the sad past; Naught does he find there to shame
Faith of his heart
he was loyal,
the blame?
Where
Filial
full five
He knows
not
if
one be alive!
Why^
in
The
The mighty
helpless,
Sapped with the toil of the years, Dumbly he questions the future
fears.
AN EASTER MESSAGE
Now
At
quivering to
life, all
nature
thrills
hills,
Her
hair
Upon her trembling bosom now is seen The frail sweet lilies with their snowy sheen
As sprightly she
o'ersteps the springtime
rills.
To
Of
what message does she bring Of resurrection and the hope of spring?
Assurance their death-stupor
is
mask
rife, life!
sleep,
Ready
28]
SHRINES
Each heart bows low before some cherished
shrine!
Westminster Abbey with its sainted dead Is hallowed ground where millions yet shall tread;
Love
Mahal
of rare design,
And wondrous beauty wrought in every line; To Rome and Athens other hosts have led,
And where
The
Of
makes
his bed;
faithful
dream of ancient
Palestine.
Some
seek the
home
According as these
have
left
impress
Upon
The
the soul of
bitter cross
is
mine.
[29!
LIKE YOU
He came unknown and poor, And closed to Him was every door.
Like you,
His race,
like yours,
was held
in scorn,
He was
of
men
despised
The Roman
rulers
heeded not
The manger-cradle,
But Wise
His rude
in the
cot.
Men
watching
is
East
Knew,
the greatest
often
least.
They followed His Star, brought priceless things, Bowed low and worshipped the King of Kings!
[30]
THREE SONNETS
I
APPEAL
Three centuries beneath your haughty heel, Humble and ignorant, debased and poor,
Like mendicants before your Temple-door,
The
With
appeal,
the
And tho' you scorned and spurned us, tried To love and serve you better than before.
Your
children
:
more
Your burdens borne, your enemies have We've given of our brawn unstintingly,
killed;
And And
of our brain,
all,
when
so you'd let
it
be.
Remembering
hate,
II
DEMAND
Torn from our heritage against our
will,
And here detained by blood-hound and by lash, From dawn to darkness driven by "po' white trash,"
The onerous
tasks to do,
the
soil to till,
Helping your dream of empire to fulfill Thro' blood-baptism and the clanging clash
Of war, and
The
Our
its
Who
And
and powers in the common state) with the volume of Niagara's roar
not abate
Without regard
Ill
WARNING
The Law
that spins these toy-top worlds in space,
stellar chariot-race,
And
This
Altho' no particle
may
stop or stay
Law
immutable, you
alter
may
not sway,
Or modify, or
by your grace!
The
Comes without
[32]
OLD IRONSIDES!
(Formerly the estate of Commodore Stewart, commander of vessel of the same name, andfamous in the Civil War; now a
schoolfor the training of Colored Youth)
fair,
Whose
love you!
bluff
High on your
I
commanding
where war
looked afar,
in retrospect the place
And saw
terrible his
brave
men
'Twas liberty for which they fought Relief from tyranny they sought
These heroes
whom
sing.
Around
this
Of
those
paths!
Have
"Before we bend
we
Brave souls who wrought ofttimes perchance Yet not one agony endured in vain!
utterly,
And
The avenue
Dim
gone are those who labored, hoped and loved; Yet their indomitable spirit lives,
Now
And
The moving
Today
I
inspiration!
whom
learning calls
To
higher destinies!
noisy workshop sounds again
The
To
As earnest
moulds
to
shape
The
make
Man's
If to
more comfortable.
contented
in the
be striving
work,
to shirk,
rare,
careless care,
And
Then
If these things
make
man
sighs,
paradise!
[34]
THE FLIGHT
Away down
The
south
in
Dixie-land
Where grows
see
your beauty,
feel
your charm;
knew your
ancient lure
for
you
The
all
are gone!
how
strange
it
seems!
What do
W hy do
7
They go
Promised Land,
ajar.
W ith
T
gates of
Hope
Where
The
be served
And
may
to
know.
The time
That
[36]
WEEDS
The
Or
little
house
in
which
I
live looks
out
Upon
sit
a garden, where
love to walk,
Of
others,
moving
restlessly about.
Of
those
who
yield
Inflame
my
heart, or chill
my
These human plants within the garden growing Are they the fruit, the sample of the sowing?
And
Of
Are they
His care?
God knows
Injustice
the rankest
1371
THE GIFT
A priceless gift within your hand is laid, A jewel fashioned by the Master's art; No fleck or flaw bedims its perfect heart,
More
This
precious than are emeralds
gift,
opals
jade.
Is freely
It
is
to teach its
magic
to
impart
gift
was made.
gift,
will lift
But doom
to Stygian darkness,
if
abused.
what picture
shall appear:
The
gift,
New
Year!
(38)
RESPITE
At
close of day,
In solitude,
And
let
the
me at my ease far from dull mammon's roar, rain of thought upon me pour
I
couch
may
please:
Sometimes
Of joyous Of
my
parched
Raging with fiendish fury 'til it shakes My world of dreams wrecking my castles
Leaving my When, from
I
there,
seek
my
[39]
Know
in the ditch?
Why
Of
will
you be the
tool
race,
You, who
Stop!
lest
O, brother, pause!
its effect,
[40]
We
earnest prayer,
1
enemy
O God
Of
of
Abraham,
Scourge him
who
scoffeth us
Thy
vengeance, we pray!
O Thou who knowest all, O Thou who seest all, O Thou who rulest all,
Flay and spare not!
VANITAS
He
breathlessly pursued the
dream of Fame
Renowned! Thus
and
late
He
wrought; but ever as he closer came The goal receded: then with quickened gait,
Disdaining aught of censure or of blame,
He
Oh, blessed height which he had seen afar, Thro' gloom and sunshine, thro' distress and pain,
But ever
Of hope,
When
lo!
was barred
42]
MOODS
Daybreak in the meadow and the song of the lark
All
in the
sky;
my
and soaring
All
and the nightingale's sobbing song; my hopes are dead and the darkness
so long, so long!
[43]
Dear
friend of
Or near
How
Thy
dear
sweet companionship,
vow
Dear
May joy
Not
and solace
be,
Naught
Can change
my
SON
\Ve wandered through the meadow, green and cool,
My
romping, joyous
little
son and
I.
So gay, we noted not the flying hours 'Til suddenly the sun had set, and gray,
Dim shadows
began
to creep.
No
longer
now he sang
in childish glee,
Or sought the modest flower in cranny hid; But close beside me walked in sober mood,
His hand close-clasped
in
take
me home!"
My
No
But
little
son to
manhood now
has grown;
who know
the
ills
And
all
which do
darkness lurk,
Am
fearful, lest
he stumble and so
fall
is
when
Life's
Day
done,
When burst all the bubbles he has chased, And creeping come the shadows of the night, Do Thou, dear Father, hold his trembling hand
And through
the darkness lead him gently
Home.
[451
FRIENDSHIP
Not by
the dusty stretch of days
We
The
That
[46]
ABANDONMENT
I
want
to sail
life,
To
And
I
power and
pelf.
want
And couch myself there on your breast, To be soothed by your passionate viol-sweet And
I
voice,
lulled
by
its
music
to rest.
want
to be
warmed by
Content
in the clasp
As we
I
drift
down
want
to float out
on the ebb-tide of
life,
And
As
I
feel
fall
dreamless sleep.
47
TEARS
The World today
is
sad,
seems!
lips
Choke back
That yesterday,
Why
momentary
lull
More
I
terrific?
if
wonder
sometimes
full
beyond control!
Then comes
free of care
and dross,
[48]
QUEST
My
Yet
I
encompassed
in
my
inmost Soul;
am my goal my quest, to know myself. To chart and compass this unfathomed sea,
Myself must plumb the boundless universe.
My
All
Soul contains
all
thought,
all
mystery,
Infinite
Mind:
far,
This to discover,
must voyage
At
last to find it in
my
pulsing heart.
[49!
LOSS
But yesterday
The wealth
of
all
the world
in
gift
That heaven
to
me
in the
land
I,
than
am
For
have
lost
a friend.
[50]
ENTREATY
O, thou,
who
art
more
fair
tell
Or
May
my mournful
is
plaint?
Knowing
my
every heart-beat
for thee!
[51]
TOGETHER
O, come, Love,
let
us take a walk,
Down
Storms
care we,
When
is
blue,
When
All
is
Life's
[5*1
call
On
Lake we
rowed:
In sky and
hill
came thronging
We
The
entranced sat
No
The
The
scene in
all
Would
To
the Bard of
Avon
tell.
Then suddenly in voice deep and subdued One began the "Ode" of Wordsworth's to repeat,
"On
fitly
Wordsworth's home
is
called
Dove
Cottage.
(531
LIFE
AND DEATH
Life
in the
room
The
The windows,
Upon
And music
It
was a gracious
full
So
of
life,
of love, of light!
Death
of gloom
And
The
Then from
Dreaded Shape,-
(54l
GOD
I
know
a lot of folk
who
think
That God
Is
Of Grub.
Descanting on His bounty
They
will
measure
o'
grain" or "barr'l
o'
potatoes!"
me
the
lily's
God The
dream,
The sun-beam's
He
is
the
mighty
(551
SPRING
Spring, thou wilful, changeful maid,
King Winter
to defy,
Come, with
all
thy
airs
and graces,
When
He, of
[56]
POETRY
What
is
poetry?
With
love!
Carefully
groomed
exquisitely dressed.
(571
ECSTASY
Your eyes
star-worlds of beauty are,
My
The
Sweet Emily!
essence of the rose's
musk
The downy pillows of your breast, Sweet Eden where my soul would rest
Eternally!
(58
COMPENSATION
In
I
my
infinity of loss
The
The
No
priceless
gem
of
memory,
l59l
EGYPTIAN SPHINX
Inscrutable and awe-inspiring Sphinx,
To marvel at thy muted mystery! What age-long memories thy face betrays! What moving visions thou hast seen dost see! Thou art the symbol that, to present days,
The
ancient years indubitably links!
their righteous voices raise
Wherever men
Such deeds of grandeur to extol and praise, The Sons of Africa, who builded thee,
Through us
song of jubilee:
And
[60;
BEAUTIFUL HANDS
To a Skilful Surgeon
Not
Hands
Hands
warm;
Hands
potent indeed,
Ready and restful hands, loving and strong, But soothing and soft as a lullaby song;
Hands with
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LINCOLN
Upon
the dedication of the Lincoln
Memorial
at
Washington,
May 30,
1922
Thy
universal heart
the woes
foes
Who How
hated right
who loved
Thy Thy great soul-agony, only God knows, When this great Union's fate was put to
But trusting
in
hard man's cruelty upon thee pressed, deeply-lined and tragic visage shows!
test!
Nor
caring
if
With
Thus from
sublime,
to the
end of time.
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Moods
full
of joy,
saw Old Ocean rush upon the Shore: With wide-spread arms
caught her to
his heart.
He
I I
saw
He
Her
kissed
II
sullen,
moody, mad;
The Shore
No bubbling laughter greeted her sad ear; He offered no caress. He glowered at her, grumbling through his
Oh, he was dark and
sinister!
teeth!
He would
Than
God! I could
blows
this indifference!
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Ill
in his
wrath!
He
With heavy
He tore her hair; He screamed and raged; He bruised her tender, shining flesh; He gripped her with the strength of many
Shrieking
lashing
giants,-
kicking
He
"
sank exhausted
in her
waiting arms!
"For he
much"
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To To To
scale the
by man
before!
The boundless
Undreamed
The bounty
Nay,
in the
upon us pour!
shall
New Year we
be as gods:
No
Of
Upon
the
supermen
at last!
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