Visual Essay History 17B by Serene Day

Visual Essay History 17B by Serene Day https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb Harlem Renaissance en-us 2017-10-05 01:26:41 UTC 2025-11-09 00:25:13 UTC hello@padlet.com I, Too By Langston Hughes Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194551543 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.

Besides,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

]]> 2017-10-06 04:05:25 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194551543 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552102 This is a bit of a representation of the feelings that the black people had as they were sent away when guests came over. We can also understand the feeling in the poem by Hughes. ]]> 2017-10-06 04:13:28 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552102 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552314 Hughes is saying that we should live life to the fullest. We should not dwell on the bad or death in life, but we should live life in the best way. ]]> 2017-10-06 04:15:58 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552314 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552507 This is a beautiful song played and written by Duke Ellington. You can see the join in the peoples eyes as they play the piece. ]]> 2017-10-06 04:18:07 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194552507 The Cotton Club Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194553102 This was a club where people would come to watch the dancers preform, people sing, and also be served dinners. ]]> 2017-10-06 04:25:58 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194553102 Dorothy Dandridge Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194554342 This is one of the performers from the Cotton Club. ]]> 2017-10-06 04:45:40 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194554342 Harlem Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194794296 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?

]]> 2017-10-06 17:40:03 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194794296 Josephine Baker Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194802290 Josephine was a huge inspiration to the people of the Harlem Renaissance. She grew up in a poor family, to later turn around and become the first famous black performer. ]]> 2017-10-06 17:55:52 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194802290 Bessie Smith Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194803441 Bessie was a jazz and blues performer from the Harlem Renaissance. ]]> 2017-10-06 17:58:31 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194803441 Louis Armstrong Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194804358 Louis was a talented black performer from the 20's. His songs are still popular today. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:00:55 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194804358 Heritage by Countee Cullen Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194808247 What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
Women from whose loins I sprang
When the birds of Eden sang?
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?

So I lie, who all day long
Want no sound except the song
Sung by wild barbaric birds
Goading massive jungle herds,
Juggernauts of flesh that pass
Trampling tall defiant grass
Where young forest lovers lie,
Plighting troth beneath the sky.
So I lie, who always hear,
Though I cram against my ear
Both my thumbs, and keep them there,
Great drums throbbing through the air.
So I lie, whose fount of pride,
Dear distress, and joy allied,
Is my somber flesh and skin,
With the dark blood dammed within
Like great pulsing tides of wine
That, I fear, must burst the fine
Channels of the chafing net
Where they surge and foam and fret.

Africa?A book one thumbs
Listlessly, till slumber comes.
Unremembered are her bats
Circling through the night, her cats
Crouching in the river reeds,
Stalking gentle flesh that feeds
By the river brink; no more
Does the bugle-throated roar
Cry that monarch claws have leapt
From the scabbards where they slept.
Silver snakes that once a year
Doff the lovely coats you wear,
Seek no covert in your fear
Lest a mortal eye should see;
What's your nakedness to me?
Here no leprous flowers rear
Fierce corollas in the air;
Here no bodies sleek and wet,
Dripping mingled rain and sweat,
Tread the savage measures of
Jungle boys and girls in love.
What is last year's snow to me,
Last year's anything?The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set
Bough and blossom, flower, fruit,
Even what shy bird with mute
Wonder at her travail there,
Meekly labored in its hair.
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?

So I lie, who find no peace
Night or day, no slight release
From the unremittent beat
Made by cruel padded feet
Walking through my body's street.
Up and down they go, and back,
Treading out a jungle track.
So I lie, who never quite
Safely sleep from rain at night--
I can never rest at all
When the rain begins to fall;
Like a soul gone mad with pain
I must match its weird refrain;
Ever must I twist and squirm,
Writhing like a baited worm,
While its primal measures drip
Through my body, crying, "Strip!
Doff this new exuberance.
Come and dance the Lover's Dance!"
In an old remembered way
Rain works on me night and day.

Quaint, outlandish heathen gods
Black men fashion out of rods,
Clay, and brittle bits of stone,
In a likeness like their own,
My conversion came high-priced;
I belong to Jesus Christ,
Preacher of humility;
Heathen gods are naught to me.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
So I make an idle boast;
Jesus of the twice-turned cheek,
Lamb of God, although I speak
With my mouth thus, in my heart
Do I play a double part.
Ever at Thy glowing altar
Must my heart grow sick and falter,
Wishing He I served were black,
Thinking then it would not lack
Precedent of pain to guide it,
Let who would or might deride it;
Surely then this flesh would know
Yours had borne a kindred woe.
Lord, I fashion dark gods, too,
Daring even to give You
Dark despairing features where,
Crowned with dark rebellious hair,
Patience wavers just so much as
Mortal grief compels, while touches
Quick and hot, of anger, rise
To smitten cheek and weary eyes.
Lord, forgive me if my need
Sometimes shapes a human creed.

All day long and all night through,
One thing only must I do:
Quench my pride and cool my blood,
Lest I perish in the flood.
Lest a hidden ember set
Timber that I thought was wet
Burning like the dryest flax,
Melting like the merest wax,
Lest the grave restore its dead.
Not yet has my heart or head
In the least way realized
They and I are civilized. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:08:47 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194808247 America by Claude Mckay Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194810869 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.

]]> 2017-10-06 18:14:44 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194810869 Claude Mckay Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194811893 Claude was different from many of the other black people. He was born in Jamaica, unlike most of the other who were born and/or raised in the U.S. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:16:46 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194811893 Slavery Recovery by Aaron Douglas Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194815782 2017-10-06 18:24:17 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194815782 The Great Migration by Jacob Lawrence Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194818639 2017-10-06 18:30:59 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194818639 Augusta Savage Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194820250 Augusta was a sculpture from the Harlem Renaissance. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:34:56 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194820250 Archibald Motley Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194822727 This is a painting done by Archibald Motley. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:40:18 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194822727 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194823923 2017-10-06 18:43:14 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194823923 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194824212 Men from the Harlem Renaissance. Langston Hughes, Charles S. Johnson, and a few others. ]]> 2017-10-06 18:43:59 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194824212 Lois Mailou Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194834676 2017-10-06 19:17:43 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194834676 Bessie Smith Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194835263 2017-10-06 19:19:40 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194835263 Richard Wright Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194837395 Richard was a well known writer and poet. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:27:56 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194837395 Billie Holiday Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194838624 Billie was a talented Jazz singer from the Harlem Renaissance. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:32:49 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194838624 God Bless the Child Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194839268 by Billie Holiday]]> 2017-10-06 19:35:27 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194839268 Zora Neale Hurston Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194839717 Zora was a friend of Hughes. She was also an astound writer of that time. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:37:29 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194839717 Josephine Baker Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194841205 Zouzou

]]> 2017-10-06 19:44:17 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194841205 The Apollo Theater Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194841850 The Apollo Theater was the most popular venue of entertainment for the black culture. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:47:21 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194841850 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194842710 A piece by Lois Mailou]]> 2017-10-06 19:50:44 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194842710 Dreams by Jacob Lawrence Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194843206 2017-10-06 19:53:01 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194843206 Paul Robeson Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194843863 Paul was a African American actor during the Harlem Renaissance. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:56:01 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194843863 Paul Robeson Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194844365 Paul was also a sing, as well as being an actor. ]]> 2017-10-06 19:58:20 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194844365 Pretty_Blue_Eyes17 https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194844765 2017-10-06 20:00:19 UTC https://padlet.com/Pretty_Blue_Eyes17/oqchpcpj8ywb/wish/194844765