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Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, / Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, / I heard a Negro play. / Down on Lenox Avenue the other night / By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light / He did a lazy sway. . .
With these first lines, Hughes invites the reader into an experimental playground that tells the story of a Black man's life in America. Featuring poems such as, "Dream Variations," "The Negro Speaks of Rivers," and "Our Land," Hughes weaves in and out of verse, highlighting the lows of struggle in the face of segregation and racism, but also the highs of creation from the time when, "the Negroes were in vogue."
Now considered to be an American classic, The Weary Blues embodies the feel of the rhythm, improvisation, and soul of Black classical music, pioneered the genre of "jazz poetry," and left an irreplaceable mark in the African-American literary canon.
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Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781684226597 |
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Publisher: | Martino Fine Books |
Publication date: | 01/08/2022 |
Pages: | 106 |
Sales rank: | 217,978 |
Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.40(d) |
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Introducing Langston Hughes to the Reader
At the moment I cannot recall the name of any other person whatever who, at the age of twenty-three, has enjoyed so picturesque and rambling as Langston Hughes. Indeed, a complete account of his disorderly and delightfully fantastic career would make a fascinating picaresque romance which I hope this young Negro will write before so much more befalls him that he may find it difficult to capture all the salient episodes within the limits of a single volume.
Born on February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri, he had lived, before his twelfth year, in the City of Mexico, Topeka, Kansas, Colorado Springs, Charlestown, Indiana, Kansas City, and Buffalo. He attended Central High School, from which he graduated, at Cleveland, Ohio, while in the summer, there and in Chicago, he worked as delivery and dummy-boy in hat-stores. In his senior year he was elected class poet and editor of the Year Book.
After four years in Cleveland, he once more joined his father in Mexico, only to migrate to New York where he entered Columbia University. There, finding the environment distasteful, or worse, he remained till spring, when he quit, broke with his father and, with thirteen dollars in cash, went on his own. First, he worked for a truck-farmer on Staten Island; next, he delivered flowers for Thorley; at length he partially satisfied an insatiable craving to go to sea by signing up with an old ship anchored in the Hudson for the winter. His first real cruise as a sailor carried him to the Canary Islands, the Azores, and the West Coast of Africa, of which voyage he has written; “Oh, the sun in Dakar! Oh, the little black girls of Burutu! Oh, the blue, blue bay of Loanda! Calabar, the city lost in a forest; the long, shining days at sea, the mass rocking against the stars at night; the black Kru-boy sailors, taken at Freetown, bathing on deck morning and evening; Tom Pey and Haneo, whose dangerous job it was to dive under the seven-ton mahogany logs floating and bobbing at the ship’s side and fasten them to the chains of the crane; the vile houses of rotting women at Lagos; the desolation of the Congo; Johnny Walker, and the millions of whisky bottles buried in the sea along the West Coast; the daily fights on board, officiers, sailors, everybody drunk; the timorous, frightened missionaries we carried as passengers; and George, the Kentucky colored boy, dancing and singing the Blues on the after-deck under the stars.”
Returning to New York with plenty of money and a monkey, he presently shipped againthis time for Holland. Again he came back to New York and again he sailedon his twenty-second birthday: February 1, 1924. Three weeks later he found himself in Paris with less than seven dollars. However, he was provided for: a woman of his own race engaged him as doorman at her boite de nuit. Later he was employed, first as second cook, then as waiter, at the Grand Duc, where the Negro entertainer, Florence, sang at this epoch. Here he made friends with an Italian family who carried him off to their villa at Desenzano on Lago di Garda where he passed a happy month, followed by a night in Verona and a week in Venice. On his way back across Italy his passport was stolen and he became a beach-comber in Genoa. He has described his life there to me: “Wine and figs and pasta. And sunlight! And amusing companions, dozens of other beach-combers roving the dockyards and water-front streets, getting their heads whacked by the Fasciti, and breaking one loaf of bread into so many pieces that nobody got more than a crumb. I lived in the public gardens along the water-front and slept in the Albergo Populare for two lire a night amidst the snores of hundred of other derelicts...I painted my way home as a sailor. It seems that I must have painted the whole ship myself. We made a regular ‘grand tour’: Livorno, Napoli (we passed so close to Capri I could have cried. Then all around SicilyCatania, Messina, Palermothe Lipari Islands, miserable little peaks of pumice stone out in the sea; then across to Spain, divine Spain! My buddy and I went on a spree in Valencia for a night and a day...Oh, the sweet wine of Valencia!”
He arrived in New York on November 10, 1924. That evening I attended a dance given in Harlem by the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Some time during the course of the night, Walter White asked me to meet two young Negro poets. He introduced me to Countee Cullen and Langston Hughes. Before that moment I had never heard of either of them.
II
I have merely sketched a primitive outline of a career as rich in adventures as a fruit-cake is full of raisins. I have already stated that I hope Langston Hughes may be persuaded to set it down on paper in the minutest detail, for the bull-fights in Mexico, the drunken gaiety of the Grand Duc, the delicately exquisite grace of the little black girls at Burutu, the exotic languor of the Spanish women at Valencia, the barbaric jazz dances of the cabarets in New York’s own Harlem, the companionship of sailors of many races and nationalities, all have stamped an indelible impression on the highly sensitized, poetic imagination of this young Negro, an impression which has found its initial expression in the poems assembled in this book.
An also herein may be discerned that nostalgia for color and warmth and beauty which explains this boy’s nomadic instincts.
“We should have a land of sun,
Of gorgeous sun,
And a land of fragrant water
Where the twilight
Is a soft bandanna handkerchief
Of rose and gold,
And not this land where life is cold,”
he sings. Again, he tells his dream:
“To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! whirl! whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening…
A tall, slim tree…
Night coming tenderly,
Black like me.”
More of this wistful longing may be discovered in the poems entitled The South and As I Grew Older. His verses, however, are by no means limited to an exclusive mood; he writes caressingly of little black prostitutes in Harlem; his cabaret songs throb with the true jazz rhythm; his sea-pieces ache with a calm, melancholy lyricism; he cries bitterly from the heart of his race in Cross and The Jester; he sighs, in one of the most successful of his fragile poems, over the loss of a loved friend. Always, however, his stanzas are subjective, personal. They are the (I had almost said informal, for they have a highly deceptive air of spontaneous improvisation) expression of an essentially sensitive and subtly illusive nature, seeking always to break through the veil that obscures for him, at least in some degree, the ultimate needs of that nature.
To the Negro race in America, since the day when Phillis Wheatley indited lines to General George Washington and other aristocratic figures (for Phillis Wheatley never sang “My way’s cloudy,” or “By an’ by, I’m goin; to lay down dis heavy loud”) there have been born many parents. Paul Laurence Dunbar, James Weldon Johnson, Claude McKay, Jean Toomer, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Countee Cullen, are a few of the more memorable names. Not the least of these names, I think, is that of Langston Hughes, and perhaps his adventures and personality offer the promise of as rich a fulfillment as has been the lot of any of the others.
CARL VAN VETCHEN.
New York,
August 3, 1925.
Table of Contents
Introducing Langston Hughes to the Reader Carl Van Vechten ix
Proem 1
The Weary Blues
The Weary Blues 3
Jazzonia 5
Negro Dancers 6
The Cat and the Saxophone 7
Young Singer 8
Cabaret 9
To Midnight Nan at Leroy's 10
To a Little Lover-Lass, Dead 11
Harlem Night Club 12
Nude Young Dancer 13
Young Prostitute 14
To a Black Dancer in "The Little Savoy" 15
Song for a Banjo Dance 16
Blues Fantasy 17
Lenox Avenue: Midnight 19
Dream Variations
Dream Variation 21
Winter Moon 22
Poème d'Automne 23
Fantasy in Purple 24
March Moon 25
Joy 26
The Negro Speaks of Rivers
The Negro Speaks of Rivers 27
Cross 28
The Jester 29
The South 30
As I Grew Older 31
Aunt Sue's Stories 33
Poem 34
Black Pierrot
A Black Pierrot 35
Harlem Night Song 36
Songs to the Dark Virgin 37
Ardella 38
Poem 39
When Sue Wears Red 40
Pierrot 41
Water-Front Streets
Water-Front Streets 43
A Farewell 44
Long Trip 45
Port Town 46
Sea Calm 47
Caribbean Sunset 48
Young Sailor 49
Seascape 50
Natcha 51
Sea Charm 52
Death of an Old Seaman 53
Shadows in the Sun
Beggar Boy 55
Troubled Woman 56
Suicide's Note 57
Sick Room 58
Soledad 59
To the Dark Mercedes of "El Palacio de Amor" 60
Mexican Market Woman 61
After Many Springs 62
Young Bride 63
The Dream Keeper 64
Poem 65
Our Land
Our Land 67
Lament for Dark Peoples 68
Afraid 69
Poem 70
Summer Night 71
Disillusion 72
Danse Africaine 73
The White Ones 74
Mother to Son 75
Poem 76
Epilogue 77
Alphabetical List of Titles 79
Alphabetical List of First Lines 81