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deannamascle: Near the End of April by William Stanley Braithwaite - Poems |

Coach_Mince54: William Stanley Braithwaite was an African-American writer, poet, literary critic, anthologist, and publisher. His work as a critic and anthologist was widely praised and important in the development of East Coast poetry styles in the early 20th century.

PoetryOutLoud: Two women on the lone wet strand / (The wind’s out with a will to roam) / The waves wage war on rocks and sand, / (And a ship is long due home.) Happy birthday William Stanley Braithwaite

BeineckeLibrary: William Stanley Braithwaite Papers 1.25 Linear Feet (5 boxes) + 2 broadside folders

BeineckeLibrary: The Best Books of the Year (1911) As the Fairminded Critic and Candid Publisher See Them by William Stanley Braithwaite via WSB Papers

PoemsNature70: Voice of the Sea "Voice of the sea that calls to me, Heart of the woods my own heart loves, I am part of your mystery Moved by the soul your own soul moves. Dream of the stars in the night-sea's dome,..." William Stanley Braithwaite

Fransicverso: "There is music in the meadows, in the air — Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow…” — William Stanley Braithwaite

ShellyH11068201: There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields, Nature yields: And the harvest voices crying, Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing; Tone and color, frost and fire, Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre." -   William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn

CastlTrAstonDrs: Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, And dreams come home to me. The sea is still,and apart Is a stillness in my heart. - William Stanley Braithwaite

an_sider: by William Stanley Braithwaite

paigewho2: Out of the sunset’s red Into the blushing sea The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. ~William Stanley Braithwaite

pramanikayan3: Poetry- 'I blow you a kiss ' Writer - William Stanley Braithwaite After many days again... I tried to read poetry with fear. Please forgive the errors.

SaturnSharesArt: Tracy Porter Rudd, Illustration from ‘The Beggar’s Vision’ by Brookes More and William Stanley Braithwaite

bsarwary: Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. William Stanley Braithwaite

POETSorg: Heart free, hand free, Blue above, brown under, All the world to me Is a place of wonder. Sun shine, moon shine, Stars, and winds a-blowing. All into this heart of mine Flowing, flowing, flowing! —William Stanley Braithwaite

SebastianAvenue: Happy Birthday William Stanley Braithwaite - writer, poet and literary critic. Recognized for having a significant role in Harlem Renaissance poets publishing, during his life he was praised for developing and influencing poetry styles in the early 20th century.

Renascence1999: Tracy Porter Rudd, Illustration from 'The Beggar's Vision' by Brookes More (1859-1942) and William Stanley Braithwaite (1878-1962), Boston, 1921

rjm_isabella: (cont.) /2 O weary head and heart and hands Look up where the sun is dying Love leads you home across the fields To the call of dreams replying." "After Harvest" By William Stanley Braithwaite

TaLesOfTheDoXie: Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. The sea is still and apart Is a stillness in my heart. ~ William Stanley Braithwaite

rsm2800: “It’s A Long Way” by Massachusetts Music Educators Association Southeastern District (SEMMEA) Senior Festival Choir of 2021

BeineckeLibrary: William Stanley Braithwaite Papers 1.25 Linear Feet (5 boxes) + 2 broadside folders

ARTSalamode: "Art alone has kept her covenant with democracy." William Stanley Braithwaite

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet William Stanley Braithwaite (December 6, 1878), author of "The House of Falling Leaves” (1908) et al.

UDPLibrary: My heart gives thanks for many things; I know not how to name them all. - William Stanley Braithwaite Thanksgiving HAPPY THANKSGIVING FROM THE UPPER DUBLIN LIBRARY

Ancient0History: The first Deeper Cut, tackling one of Lovecraft's most racist episodes...and his sole Black correspondent that I know of.

PoetryOutLoud: Two women on the lone wet strand / (The wind’s out with a will to roam) / The waves wage war on rocks and sand, / (And a ship is long due home.) "The Watchers" William Stanley Braithwaite

BlackHeritageNH: The first poem we will be discussing at our first Black Matter is Life poetry event is William Stanley Braithwaite's "Turn Me to My Yellow Leaves" You can find the full text of the poem here:

Ancient0History: The most notorious of these was William Stanley Braithwaite, which is among Lovecraft's most vitriolic racial outbursts. Lovecraft didn't attack Braithwaite's work per se, but was shocked and upset to learn of his race.

Ancient0History: But while he seems to have held being Black against William Stanley Braithwaite, he doesn't appear to have held Braithwaite being Black against his poetry. I don't think Lovecraft generally damned the product of Braithwaite's pen just because of his racial prejudice.

edgecombeavenue: The Crisis was founded in November 1910 by W. E. B. Du Bois, Oswald Garrison Villard, J. Max Barber, Charles Edward Russell, Kelly Miller, William Stanley Braithwaite, and Mary Dunlop Maclean.

MelanieJaxn: There is music in the meadows, in the air -- Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow, Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow; Pines are soughing, birches stir, And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir. -William Stanley Braithwaite

suavechishty: “There is music in the meadows, in the air — Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow…” — William Stanley Braithwaite, “Lyric of Autumn”

utopiafarmstay: "Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. — The sea is still,— and apart Is a stillness in my heart." - William Stanley Braithwaite

midnight_pals: Lovecraft: look i named a black kitten William Stanley Braithwaite Winifred Jackson: uh ok Lovecraft: hey you'll tell william about this the next time you see him right? Jackson: no Lovecraft: Lovecraft: b-but i want him to know :(

midnight_pals: Lovecraft: I-I'm Lovecraft: I'm so mad you guys King: Poe: Barker: Lovecraft: i can't believe william stanley braithwaite tricked me like that! Lovecraft: engaging me in written conversation Lovecraft: like he's a person!! King: Poe: Barker:

midnight_pals: Lovecraft: i-i cannot stand idly by and allow william stanley braithwaite to believe he has bested me Lovecraft: by tricking me into judging him by the strength of his words and the content of his character rather than the color of his skin Lovecraft: the fiend!

midnight_pals: Jackson: no baby I mean something REAL kinky Jackson: like a threesome? Lovecraft: a th-threesome? Jackson: yeah you know Jackson: you, me Jackson: my other boyfriend William Stanley Braithwaite Jackson: I just think it would be fun

midnight_pals: Lovecraft: ah so I hear my old and very dear penpal William Stanley Braithwaite has won the springarn medal Lovecraft: time to take a big sip of postum and look at this newspaper photograph

midnight_pals: Lovecraft: W-william Stanley Braithwaite!? Lovecraft: i-I love William Stanley Braithwaite! Jackson: oh! yeah? Lovecraft: we’re the best of penpals! Lovecraft: a sharp mind and a poetic tongue as befitting his pristine anglo-saxon heritage Jackson: Jackson: uh

Ancient0History: Because it is such a poorly attested example, from so early in his life, with so little impact. Not because Lovecraft wasn't racist, but because there are much better examples in his letters to draw on, like his response to finding out William Stanley Braithwaite was black.

Ancient0History: William Stanley Braithwaite, the editor, poet, and writer, was Lovecraft's only known Black correspondent - brief though that was - but we don't have his thoughts on Lovecraft either. Or at least, none have come to light as yet.

jaguarjin: Bonne soirée The night comes up the beach, The dark steals over all, Though silence has no speech I hear the sea-dreams call To my heart; — and in reply It answers with a sigh. (William Stanley Braithwaite)

kassidi_jones: "We do not wonder that 'the groves were God's first temples;' we only wonder at the folly of man who has dreamed that God could ever be worshipped in a more fitting temple than a grove." - William Stanley Braithwaite, 1918

heyamwaj: Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. The sea is still,and apart Is a stillness in my heart. - William Stanley Braithwaite

edgecombeavenue: These included W .E. B. DuBois, Walter White, William Stanley Braithwaite, Aaron Douglas, Thurgood Marshall, and Roy Wilkins, among others.

LoveCarousel: Scintilla by William Stanley Braithwaite

klubhead76: Called by W.E.B. Dubois the most prominent critic of poetry in America , William Stanley Braithwaite was born in Boston, Mass. On May 5, 1919. Mr. Braithwaite was awarded the Springarn medal by th N.A.A.C.P. for his literary achievements.

Tonya_Aria: “Near the end of April     Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream     Remember and forget.” — William Stanley Braithwaite, “Near the End of April”

olhodegato: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. William Stanley Braithwaite

djp1974: NEAR THE END OF APRIL By William Stanley Braithwaite Near the end of April On the verge of May— And o my heart, the woods were dusk At the close of day. Half a word was spoken Out of half a dream, And God looked in my soul and saw A dawn rise and gleam.

djp1974: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. - William Stanley Braithwaite, 'Near the End of April'

TeresaBacon20: Good Morning Welcome to My World Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. –William Stanley Braithwaite (1878–1962)

platospupil: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream  Remember and forget. –William Stanley Braithwaite (1878–1962)

kevblue777: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. –William Stanley Braithwaite (1878–1962)

_YvonneBurton: Near the End of April Half a word was spoken Out of half a dream, And God looked in my soul and saw A dawn rise and gleam. William Stanley Braithwaite

OccultFan: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. –William Stanley Braithwaite (1878–1962)

HabbyMomma: Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met, And half a word and half a dream Remember and forget. –William Stanley Braithwaite (1878–1962)

robottomulatto: Georgia Douglas Johnson was apparently inspired by one poem by William Stanley Braithwaite, to write poetry. anyone know what that poem was?

djcontraption: & o my heart, the woods were dusk At the close of day. Half a word was spoken Out of half a dream, & God looked in my soul & saw A dawn rise & gleam. Near the end of April Twenty Mays have met fr—Near the End of April William Stanley Braithwaite

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OrchidNYC: Time to clean the bathroom... It's not at all bad when you're listening to poetry podcasts and enjoy the smell the bleach William Stanley Braithwaite: "Near the End of April" episode of Poem-a-Day

AnneMuses: I am glad for my heart whose gates apart Are the entrance-place of wonders, Where dreams come in from the rush and din Like sheep from the rains and thunders. William Stanley Braithwaite

williamcson: I am glad for my heart whose gates apart Are the entrance-place of wonders – Rhapsody, by William Stanley Braithwaite

childs_poemaday: “Rhapsody” by William Stanley Braithwaite.

WeirdLit: Deeper Cut: William Stanley Braithwaite

Ancient0History: Well, I did it.

Ancient0History: And for anyone who cares, here's a bit on Lovecraft's sole known African-American correspondent:

Ancient0History: Cutting deeper than usual on Deep Cuts in a Lovecraftian Vein, we have a special post on Lovecraft's sole known African-American correspondent, William Stanley Braithwaite. NSFW due to racist language.

gwenckatz: "In the generations that he has been so voluminously written and talked about he has been accorded as little artistic justice as social justice." -William Stanley Braithwaite, "The Negro in American Literature"

BeineckeLibrary: William Stanley Braithwaite Papers 1.25 Linear Feet (5 boxes) + 2 broadside folders

MerrellBennekin: December 6, 1878 William Stanley Braithwaite, poet, anthologist and educator, was born. Over his career, he published three volumes of poetry, “Lyrics of Life and Love” (1904), “The House of Falling Leaves” (1908), and “Selected Poems” (1948).

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to writer and poet William Stanley Braithwaite (December 6, 1878), author of "The House of Falling Leaves” (1908) et al.

AnastasiaH_SF: Poem: It’s a Long Way—William Stanley Braithwaite.

gihigugmaan: Dream of the stars in the night-sea's dome, Somewhere in your infinite space. After the years I will come home, back to your halls to claim my place. — Voice of the Sea by William Stanley Braithwaite

LoveCarousel: Scintilla by William Stanley Braithwaite

smitts09: It’s work we must, and love we must,And do the best we may, And take the hope of dreams in trust To keep us day by day. It’s a long way the sea-winds blow-But somewhere lies a shore— Thus down the tide of Time shall flow My dreams forevermore. William Stanley Braithwaite

LordSteerpike: If only some small part of you Would speak, or touch, or rise in sight, Death would be then between us two The passing of a summer's night. — William Stanley Braithwaite

i_am_val89: The night comes up the beach, The dark steals over all, Though silence has no speech I hear the sea-dreams call To my heart; — and in reply It answers with a sigh. Out of the Sunset's Red by William Stanley Braithwaite (2/2)

Ancient0History: This is basically the sole source for the ideas that: 1) Lovecraft and Jackson were romantically connected, 2) that WVJ's husband Horace Jordan was African-American, and 3) that WVJ was having an affair with William Stanley Braithwaite.

SamuelRDelany1: This is My Life William Stanley Braithwaite - 1878-1962 To feed my soul with beauty till I die; To give my hands a pleasant task to do; To keep my heart forever filled anew With dreams and wonders which the days supply; To love all conscious living, and thereby Respect the …

Ancient0History: I have also been trying to reassess the claims that WVJ was black or mixed-race (this seems to be based on her mistaken inclusion among a number of black poets due to her involvement in the Harlem Renaissance) and her supposed affair with William Stanley Braithwaite (no evidence)

fraveris: Somewhere in your infinite space After the years I will come home, Back to your halls to claim my place." ― 'Voice of the Sea' by William Stanley Braithwaite Barry Hilton Painting

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LordSteerpike: Poem by William Stanley Braithwaite

CailinCeltic: Dream of the stars in the night-seas dome, Somewhere in your infinite space After the years I will come home, Back to your halls to claim my place. Voice Of The Sea - William Stanley Braithwaite Images - Michela Riva

TanjaBoness: 6/ “This Is My Life” by William Stanley Braithwaite is a beautiful poem about making the most of your precious life, living to the fullest so you have no regrets and leave “no echoing whisper of Alas!”

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H3Richard: It's A Long Way William Stanley Braithwaite It’s a long way the sea-winds blow     Over the sea-plains blue,— But longer far has my heart to go     Before its dreams come true. It’s work we must, and love we must,     & do the best we may, & take the hope of dreams in trust

H3Richard: It's A Long Way William Stanley Braithwaite It’s a long way the sea-winds blow     Over the sea-plains blue,—     To keep us day by day. It’s a long way the sea-winds blow—     But somewhere lies a shore— Thus down the tide of Time shall flow     My dreams forevermore.

djcontraption: ...But longer far has my heart to go     Before its dreams come true. It’s work we must, and love we must,     And do the best we may, And take the hope of dreams in trust     To keep us day by day... from "It’s a Long Way" by William Stanley Braithwaite

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jenbenka: It’s work we must, and love we must, And do the best we may, And take the hope of dreams in trust To keep us day by day. —William Stanley Braithwaite

LordSteerpike: Poem by William Stanley Braithwaite

mahynourr_magdy: — William Stanley Braithwaite, from Turn Me To My Yellow Leaves

MelanieJaxn: by William Stanley Braithwaite

Brazen_Art: "Out of the sunset's red⁣ Into the blushing sea,⁣ The winds of day drop dead⁣ And dreams come home to me. —⁣ The sea is still,— and apart⁣ Is a stillness in my heart."⁣ ~ William Stanley Braithwaite⁣ ⁣This week's…

Scived: My heart to thee an answer makes, O long, slow whisper of the sea, Whose charm of mournful music wakes A dream, a memory - William Stanley Braithwaite

Ambreen86026045: Poem: 'Out of the Sunset's red' "Out of the sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. — The sea is still,— and apart Is a stillness in my heart." ~ William Stanley Braithwaite

Naznin__Sultana: Out of sunset's red Into the blushing sea, The winds of day drop dead And dreams come home to me. --- The sea is still, --- and apart Is a stillness in my heart. Out of the sunset's red --- By William Stanley Braithwaite.

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