The Harlem renaissance brought us such beauty not only in the form of words, but in art music and dance as well. It was an exciting time to be an african american artist in New York, especially in Harlem. Here are a list of some of my favorite poets—
Sungly you rest, sweet globes,
aged essence of the sun;
Copper of the platter
Like that you lie upon.
a stanza from Anne Spencer’s poem Grapes: Still-Life
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes
And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
From Claude McKay’s poem, The Harlem Dancer
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
From Claude McKay’s poem, If We Must Die