The Alice Dunbar-Nelson Collection. Harlem Renaissance. Illustrated E-Book

Alice Dunbar-Nelson

• Herausgeber: Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 30

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Alice Dunbar-Nelson Collection is a compelling collection that highlights her literary brilliance as a key figure of the Harlem Renaissance. The anthology features works such as Violets, Ten Minutes' Musing, A Carnival Jangle, and Titee, which explore themes of love, identity, nature, and the complexity of human emotions. Dunbar-Nelson's evocative imagery and lyrical prose offer a profound reflection on life's beauty and struggles, blending personal experience with broader cultural narratives. This collection is a testament to her mastery of poetic form and her enduring contribution to American literature and the Harlem Renaissance movement. Contents: Violets Ten Minutes' Musing A Carnival Jangle The Woman Titee  

Leseprobe

The Alice Dunbar-Nelson Collection

Harlem Renaissance

Violets, Ten Minutes' Musing, A Carnival Jangle, The Woman, Titee

Illustrated

The Alice Dunbar-Nelson Collection is a compelling collection that highlights her literary brilliance as a key figure of the Harlem Renaissance. The anthology features works such as Violets, Ten Minutes' Musing, A Carnival Jangle, and Titee, which explore themes of love, identity, nature, and the complexity of human emotions. Dunbar-Nelson's evocative imagery and lyrical prose offer a profound reflection on life’s beauty and struggles, blending personal experience with broader cultural narratives. This collection is a testament to her mastery of poetic form and her enduring contribution to American literature and the Harlem Renaissance movement.

Violets

Ten Minutes' Musing

A Carnival Jangle

The Woman

Titee

TABLE OF CONTENTS

VIOLETS

TEN MINUTES' MUSING

A CARNIVAL JANGLE

THE WOMAN

TITEE

VIOLETS

I.

"And she tied a bunch of violets with a tress of her pretty brown hair."

She sat in the yellow glow of the lamplight softly humming these words. It was Easter evening, and the newly risen spring world was slowly sinking to a gentle, rosy, opalescent slumber, sweetly tired of the joy which had pervaded it all day. For in the dawn of the perfect morn, it had arisen, stretched out its arms in glorious happiness to greet the Saviour and said its hallelujahs, merrily trilling out carols of bird, and organ and flower-song. But the evening had come, and rest.

There was a letter lying on the table, it read:

"Dear, I send you this little bunch of flowers as my Easter token. Perhaps you may not be able to read their meaning, so I'll tell you. Violets, you know, are my favorite flowers. Dear, little, human-faced things! They seem always as if about to whisper a love-word; and then they signify that thought which passes always between you and me. The orange blossoms-you know their meaning; the little pinks are the flowers you love; the evergreen leaf is the symbol of the endurance of our affection; the tube-roses I put in, because once when you kissed and pressed me close in your arms, I had a bunch of tube-roses on my bosom, and the heavy fragrance of their crushed loveliness has always lived in my memory. The violets and pinks are from a bunch I wore to-day, and when kneeling at the altar, during communion, did I sin, dear, when I thought of you? The tube-roses and orange-blossoms I wore Friday night; you always wished for a lock of my hair, so I'll tie these flowers with them-but there, it is not stable enough; let me wrap them with a bit of ribbon, pale blue, from that little dress I wore last winter to the dance, when we had such a long, sweet talk in that forgotten nook. You always loved that dress, it fell in such soft ruffles away from the throat and bosom,-you called me your little forget-me-not, that night. I laid the flowers away for awhile in our favorite book,-Byron-just at the poem we loved best, and now I send them to you. Keep them always in remembrance of me, and if aught should occur to separate us, press these flowers to your lips, and I will be with you in spirit, permeating your heart with unutterable love and happiness."

II.