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Today I'm continuing my Harlem Renaissance poetry project by introducing another artist, the third so far in this series: Palmer Hayden.
Here are the poems in the series so far:
"Measurements" after Octoroon Girl by Archibald Motley
"Barbeque" after Barbecue by Archibald Motley
"American Idyll, 1934" after An Idyll of the Deep South by Aaron Douglas
"The Toiler" after The Toiler by Aaron Douglas
"Let There Be Poetry" after The Creation by Aaron Douglas
"Boy with Plane" after Boy with Plane by Aaron Douglas
"To a Dancer" after Sahdji (Tribal Women) by Aaron Douglas
"For the Builders" after Building More Stately Mansions by Aaron Douglas
"This Poem is a Dream" after Aspiration by Aaron Douglas
"The Toiler" after The Toiler by Aaron Douglas
"Let There Be Poetry" after The Creation by Aaron Douglas
"Boy with Plane" after Boy with Plane by Aaron Douglas
"To a Dancer" after Sahdji (Tribal Women) by Aaron Douglas
"For the Builders" after Building More Stately Mansions by Aaron Douglas
"This Poem is a Dream" after Aspiration by Aaron Douglas
I learned in the book HARLEM STOMP! that Hayden was a janitor and then came to prominence as the first winner of the Harmon Foundation art competition in 1926 (an art contest created to recognize African American artists). Much of Hayden's work centered on black American life, legends and folk heroes. He was criticized for lapsing into a portrayal of blacks that seemed rooted in cultural stereotypes, a reminder that “blacks were performing for a white audience.” I also love the information about Palmer's life and work found here.
And I love this quote: "I decided to paint to support my love of art, rather than have art support me." — Palmer Hayden quoted in Nora Holt, "Painter Palmer Hayden Symbolizes John Henry," New York Times, 1 Feb. 1947. We'll be sticking with Hayden for the next week! The first painting I've selected is of a girl reading.
Sometimes Books Are the Only Playground I Need
I swing across
pages,
slide down polished
words.
Instead of
cloudwisp skies,
I enjoy brushstroke
art –
colors bloom on
every page!
Papa says art tells
its own story,
same as my plaid
skirt
says something
about me.
Does that mean I'm
sassy?
Smart? Colorful?
It's something to
think about
as I see-saw each
page,
inviting these
pictures
to merry-go-round
my world.
- Irene Latham
Hi Irene! A happy poem. I like that you including children's play within this young girl's life: including the plaid skirt, plus 'see-saw each page' and "Merry-go-round my world."
ReplyDeleteLove the bright colors in the painting. The references to playgrounds including the swing and the slide make this poem a lively one. I even love the way she's leaning on the table, poised for action.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this poem! I need to share this one with my students.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like she is ready to literally dive into that book!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of "books as playground." And your last two stanzas! So perfect!
ReplyDelete"..as I see-saw each page"
ReplyDelete"Inviting these books
to merry-go-round my world."
As wonderful as Mr. Haydens art is of the enraptured reading child, your poem is soul-lifting. I love it, especially the above lines.