I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead.
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give?
I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be!
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I changed my poem
I sit and see — “Alice Dunbar Nelson”
the eyes of my regret- angelina grimke
I have Helene M Johnson- “Sonnet to a Negro in Harlem
enslaved by Claude McKay
I Know My Soul – Claude McKay
the eyes of my regret- angelina weld grimke
Willliam Cuney – Hard-time Blues
The ghetto – Lola Ridge
A dream- Fenton Johnson
Langston Hughes “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”
freedom walk
Please post the poet for this poem.
The Bronze Legacy- Effie Lee Newson-Milton Moore
Heritage by Countee Cullen
Clarissa Scott Delany — “Solace”
Clarissa Scott Delaney — “Solace”
People – Jean Toomer
Please select a poet other than Jean Toomer
Jean Toomer — “Reapers”
Please select a poet other than Jean Toomer.
Countee Cullen — “The Wise”
America byClaude McKay
December, 1919
BY CLAUDE MCKAY
Lines To My Father by: Countee Cullen
Madam and the Rent Man – Langston Hughes
Madam and the Rent Man – Langston Hughes
Sence You Went Away / JAMES WELDON JOHNSON
If we must die – Claude McKay
Black Man O’ Mine -Anne Spencer
Claude McKay — “If We Must Die”
Please select another poem. One of your classmates selected this great poem two hours before you did.
Langston Hughes – I, Too
I have , “morning after” by Langston Hughes
Georgia Douglas Johnson: Common Dust
Never heard of Ms Johnson. Thanks so much for sharing!
My students are registering their poems that they will recite for their Harlem Renaissance project. It’s always an interesting moment.
Paul Dunbar /// Sympathy