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So Black History Month is almost at an end; have 50 African-American poet as presented by The Vintage Book of African-American Poetry edited by Michael S. Harper and Anthony Walton.
In alphabetical order:
[all links go to public domain works - the ones that I could find anyway]
If you look at the list of writers you may notice that the editor, Michael S. Harper included himself in his own anthology, which I think is kind of suspect, but I guess that's what co-editors are for.
I was going to write about every individual writer, but, yeah, no. Too lazy; don't feel like it. Also, it's a lot harder tracking down public domain works on the big wide internets than I thought it would, or think it should. Seriously, if the book was originally published in 1910, I don't google books or whoever pointing me to amazon. Just give me the text JFC.
It's was a good anthology. Not an excellent anthology, but a good one. The editorial inserts were informative, if sometimes annoying. (One of the editor's and I have a slight difference of opinion on the use of dialect in poetry.) By choosing the poets that they did, the editor's try to the diversity of style and identity that falls under the term "African-American poetry" and they also attempt to show growth over time.
Two poems that got me:
AKA my new go-to poem to explain why White Women's Syndrome and the trope of the Nice White Lady does not give me the warm and fuzzies.
This poem is so sad. The woman named Phillis Wheatley received the name Wheatley from her owner
and the name Phillis from the slave ship she was brought to America. She lived a hard and short life. And here is this poem pleading for "Negros, black as Cain" to be seen human.
Those two were downers. Here, have a happier one:
In alphabetical order:
- Elizabeth Alexander
- Benjamin Banneker
- Amiri Baraka (Leroi Jones)
- Gwendolyn Bennett
- William Stanley Braithwaite
The House of Falling Leaves | Lyrics of Life and Love | [He also edited mad anthologies] - Gwendolyn Brooks
- Sterling A. Brown
- Lucille Clifton
- Joseph Seaman Cotter, Sr.
Caleb, the Degenerate: A Play in Four Acts | Negro Tales | A White Song and a Black One - Countee Cullen
- Toi Derricotte
- Rita Dove
- Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar | The Fanatics | Folks from Dixie | The heart of happy hollow: A collection of stories | The Negro Problem (contibutor) | The Sport of the Gods | The Strength of Gideon and Other Stories | The Uncalled: A Novel - Cornelius Eady
- C.S. Giscombe
- Jupiter Hammon
An Address to the Negro Slaves of New York - Frances E.W. Harper
- Michael S. Harper
- Robert Hayden
- George Moses Horton
The Hope of Liberty. Containing a Number of Poetical Pieces | Poems by a Slave - Langston Hughes
The Mule-Bone: A Comedy of Negro Life in Three Acts (play, co-written with Zora Neale Hurston) - Georgia Douglas Johnson
Bronze: A Book of Verse - James Weldon Johnson
The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man | The Book of American Negro Poetry (editor) | The Conquest of Haiti: Articles and Documents | Fifty years & Other Poems | God's Trombones: Seven Negro Sermons in Verse | Self-Determining Haiti - Gayl Jones
- Bob Kaufman
- Etheridge Knight
- Yusef Komunyakaa
- Audre Lorde
- Nathaniel Mackey
- Haki Madhubuti (Don L. Lee)
- Claude Mckay
Harlem Shadows: the poems of Claude McKay - Thylias Moss
- Marilyn Nelson
- Raymond Patterson
- Carl Phillips
- Ishmael Reed
- Sonia Sanchez
- Reginald Shepherd
- Anne Spencer
- Melvin B. Tolson
- Jean Toomer
An Interpretation of Friends Worship - George Boyer Vashon
Autographs for Freedom, Volume 2 (of 2) (contributor) [a/n: I have no idea where vol. 1 is] - Derek Walcott
- Margaret Walker
- Anthony Walton
- Phillis Wheatley
Poems on various subjects, religious and moral - James Monroe Whitfield
America and Other Poems - Sherley Anne Williams
- Jay Wright
- Al Young
[all links go to public domain works - the ones that I could find anyway]
If you look at the list of writers you may notice that the editor, Michael S. Harper included himself in his own anthology, which I think is kind of suspect, but I guess that's what co-editors are for.
I was going to write about every individual writer, but, yeah, no. Too lazy; don't feel like it. Also, it's a lot harder tracking down public domain works on the big wide internets than I thought it would, or think it should. Seriously, if the book was originally published in 1910, I don't google books or whoever pointing me to amazon. Just give me the text JFC.
It's was a good anthology. Not an excellent anthology, but a good one. The editorial inserts were informative, if sometimes annoying. (One of the editor's and I have a slight difference of opinion on the use of dialect in poetry.) By choosing the poets that they did, the editor's try to the diversity of style and identity that falls under the term "African-American poetry" and they also attempt to show growth over time.
Two poems that got me:
White Lady by Lucille Clifton (recently passed, may she rest in peace)
AKA my new go-to poem to explain why White Women's Syndrome and the trope of the Nice White Lady does not give me the warm and fuzzies.
On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin'd and join th'angelic train.
This poem is so sad. The woman named Phillis Wheatley received the name Wheatley from her owner
and the name Phillis from the slave ship she was brought to America. She lived a hard and short life. And here is this poem pleading for "Negros, black as Cain" to be seen human.
Those two were downers. Here, have a happier one:
Dawn by Paul Laurence Dunbar
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
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