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DevotionReader Poetry Series: 30 Ways of Looking at Black Poetry

"Let the circle be unbroken"

Poet and literary critic Eugene Redmond, in his critical history of Black poetry—Drumvoices (1976)—explained the artistic connection between ancestral African oral tradition and the earliest Black poets

who emerged throughout the Diaspora as a result of the four centuries long Atlantic slave trade:


Drumvoices_cov_Eugene_Redmond “…we should note the role of griots—or story tellers—in preindustrial African societies.   The black poet, as creator and chronicler, evolves from these artisans—human oral recorders of family and national lore… .

 We can say, then, that the black experience in the United States continues via the African continuum… .”  Eugene B. Redmond, Drumvoices: The Mission of Afro-American Poetry, Anchor Books, 1976

Prior to Redmond, the versatile literary giant James Weldon Johnson also pointed to the ancestral link between traditional African griot-singer-poets and the first Africans in his poem, “O Black and Unknown Bards”:  “Who first from out the still watch, lone and long,/ Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise/ Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?”

Black poets have fulfilled the role of griot – recording stories of our families, and preserving our diverse national identities as Black people throughout the U.S., Caribbean and South America. Here are selected stanzas from James Weldon Johnson’s poem, “O Black and Unknown Bards,” as well as links to poems by Lucille Clifton, Etheridge Knight and Audre Lorde, that in modern poems recall the African griot tradition of preserving family genealogy and significant in events in the social life through poetic form.

Poem Post #1 for 4/1/2010

O Black and Unknown Bards – James Weldon Johnson

O Black and unknown bards of long ago,
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know
Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?
Who first from out the still watch, lone and long,
Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise
Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?

Heart of what slave poured out such melody
As "Steal away to Jesus"? On its strains
His spirit must have nightly floated free,
Though still about his hands he felt his chains.
Who heard great "Jordan roll"? Whose starward eye
Saw chariot "swing low"? And who was he
That breathed that comforting, melodic sigh,
"Nobody knows de trouble I see"?

What merely living clod, what captive thing,
Could up toward God through all its darkness grope,
And find within its deadened heart to sing
These songs of sorrow, love and faith, and hope?
How did it catch that subtle undertone,
That note in music heard not with the ears?
How sound the elusive reed so seldom blown,
Which stirs the soul or melts the heart to tears.

You sang not deeds of heroes or of kings;
No chant of bloody war, no exulting pean
Of arms-won triumphs; but your humble strings
You touched in chord with music empyrean.
You sang far better than you knew; the songs
That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed
Still live,—but more than this to you belongs:
You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.

 

Selected poems carrying out the African griot's role in Black literary traditions:

Listen Children - Lucille Clifton

The Idea of Ancestry - Etheridge Knight

For the Record - Audre Lorde

Please share other Black poems you love that link our traditions -- "Each one, teach one!"

Devotionreader.com 30 Days of Looking at Black Poetry -- Day:  One O Black and Unknown Bards   Two Listen Children    Three For the Record    Four Ballad of Birmingham  Five    Six The Idea of Ancestry   Seven I Want to Write   Eight A Grandfather Poem    Nine Sweet Sound   Ten My Brother is Homemade   Eleven Those Winter Sundays   Twelve SOS   Thirteen Resurrections    Fourteen Jessie Mitchell's Mother   Fifteen April Rain Song    Sixteen I've Got A Home in that Rock    Seventeen Earth Screaming   Eighteen Returning Spring   Nineteen Newark, for Now [68]   Twenty Dawn   Twenty-One Fir   Twenty-Two Comin Strong   Twenty-Three From a Black Feminists Conference Reflections on Margaret Walker: Poet   Twenty-Four My Africa   Twenty-Five Strong Men   Twenty-Six Today's News   Twenty-Seven My Guilt   Twenty-Eight Forward, Always Forward    Twenty-Nine The Seven Principles of Kwanzaa   Thirty What Harriet Said

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