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Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the book.
Song of the Son captures the beauty and hardships of the past. It relates to the Harlem Renaissance by expressing the wrong doings of white supremacists. It shows memories of the pain African Americans went through and the importance of remembering it in order to create a more functional society.
"Let the valley carry it along"
"O negro slaves, dark purple ripened plums"
Pour O pour that parting soul in song,
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,
Into the velvet pine-smoke air to-night,
And let the valley carry it along.
And let the valley carry it along.
O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree,
So scant of grass, so profligate of pines,
Now just before an epoch’s sun declines
Thy son, in time, I have returned to thee,
Thy son, I have in time returned to thee.
In time, for though the sun is setting on
A song-lit race of slaves, it has not set;
Though late, O soil, it is not too late yet
To catch thy plaintive soul, leaving, soon gone,
Leaving, to catch thy plaintive soul soon gone.
O Negro slaves, dark purple ripened plums,
Squeezed, and bursting in the pine-wood air,
Passing before they stripped the old tree bare
One plum was saved for me, one seed becomes
An everlasting song, a singing tree,
Caroling softly souls of slavery,
What they were, and what they are to me,
Caroling softly souls of slavery.
Jean Toomer was born December 26, 1894 in Washington D.C. Through 1914 & 1917, Toomer went to 6 different institutions in order to acquire a higher education, although he never earned his degree. The classes Toomer attended shaped his mindset
resulting in the publishing of his multiple poems and short stories in his novel, Cane. This novel showed the experiences of African Americans and critics saw this to be an important literary work for the Harlem Renaissance. After its publication, it was considered to be his only work and Toomer disappeared from literary circles.