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Langston Hughes 1902-1967 ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry Watch: Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance | Langston Hughes and His Poetry (Library of Congress)Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance Langston Hughes and His Poetry

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With Marianne Moore 1952 Langston Hughes ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Langston Hughes ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Booker T. Washington (1856- 1915) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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W. E. B. Dubois (1868-1963) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Martin Luther King (1929-1968) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Malcolm X (1925-1965) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Booker T. Washington (1856-1915) Martin Luther King (1929-1968) W. E. B. Dubois (1868-1963) Malcolm X (1925-1965) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Do the Right Thing (Spike Lee, 1989) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Do the Right Thing (1989) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Zora Neale Hurston (1891- 1960): novelist, anthropologist ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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James Weldon Johnson (1871- 1938): Writer, Poet ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Claude McKay (1889-1948): Poet ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Jean Toomer (1894-1967): Novelist and Poet ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Paul Robeson (1898-1976): Actor ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Countee Cullen (1903- 1946) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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The Negro Speaks of Rivers Ive known rivers: Ive 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 Ive seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. Ive known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Mother to Son Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor -- Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now -- For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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I, Too Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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from Let America Be America Again Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.) ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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from Let America Be America Again... Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free." The free? ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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from Let America Be America Again O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet- And yet must be--the land where every man is free. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose- The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath-- America will be! ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Song for a Dark Girl Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree. Way Down South in Dixie (Bruised body high in air) I asked the white Lord Jesus What was the use of prayer. Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Theme for English B The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you-- Then, it will be true. I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. Columbia University ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Theme for English B to this college on the hill above Harlem Columbia University-> Harlem ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Theme for English B [continued] I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page: ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Theme for English B It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York, too.) Me--who? Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesn't make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? ENGL 2030Summer 2013 | Lavery ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry

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Theme for English B Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white-- yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That's American. Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you. But we are, that's true! As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me-- although you're older--and white-- and somewhat more free. This is my page for English B. ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry