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Gwendolyn Bennett

An early entrant into Harlem Renaissance society Gwendolyn Bennett was a professor, editor, and a prolific poet whose writing appeared in nearly all the prominent Black publications of her time. She was a contributor to The Crisis, the journal of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP).  She also wrote for the Opportunity, the magazine of the National Urban League. Bennett was born on July 8, 1902 in Giddings, Texas. At the age of four, she moved along with her parents to Washington, D.C, where her father worked as a clerk for the Bureau of Indian Affairs.

Gwendolyn enrolled in the Howard University School of Law. However, soon after the family arrived, Bennett’s mother divorced her father and took custody of her, but she was kidnapped by her father and settled in with him and her new stepmother in Brooklyn, New York. In her childhood she had recited long poems to appreciative adults and also painted very well. Bennett attended Brooklyn’s Girls High from 1918 to 1921 where she became the first Black woman to join the Drama and Literary societies and where she was awarded first place in a school-wide art contest.

After graduating from high school, Bennett then enrolled at Columbia University, while also studying in the university’s fine arts department. After two years at Columbia, Bennett transferred to the  Pratt Institute to pursue fine arts. Bennett first poem, “Nocturne,” appeared in the November 1923 issue of Opportunity, the magazine of the National Urban League. It was also published in The Crisis.  She also designed the magazine cover for the Crisis’s December 1923 issue. The following month another poem, “Heritage” appeared in Opportunity.

Bennett graduated from Columbia and Pratt in 1924 and received a position at Howard University, where she taught design, watercolor painting and crafts. Sometime during 1924, Bennett became an Assistant Professor in the Art Department at Howard University. From 1924 to 1927, she taught art at Howard University, but took a year-long leave in 1925 to study art at Academic Julian and Ecole du Pantheon in Paris on a scholarship. She next studied art with painter Aaron Douglas at the Alfred C. Barnes Foundation.

When Bennett left Paris in 1926, she headed back to New York. Her close friendships with fellow Harlem-based writers resulted in her becoming an Opportunity assistant editor and writing its popular literary news column (1926–28). "Harlem Circles", created by Bennett, were intended to be a place for writers to gather, share ideas, and spark inspiration. Over a period of eight years, some of the most famous Harlem Renaissance figures, such as Wallace Thurman and Langston Hughes met up in these groups and produced significant works as a result.

I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night
Where you were the dusk-eyed queen,
And there in the pallor of moon-veiled light
The loveliest things were seen …
 
A slim-necked peacock sauntered there
In a garden of lavender hues,
And you were strange with your purple hair
As you sat in your amethyst chair
With your feet in your hyacinth shoes.
 
Oh, the moon gave a bluish light
Through the trees in the land of dreams and night.
I stood behind a bush of yellow-green
And whistled a song to the dark-haired queen …
 
-Gwendolyn Bennet

I love you for your brownness,
And the rounded darkness of your breast,
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest.

Something of old forgotten queens
Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk
And something of the shackled slave
Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.

Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow’s mate,
Keep all you have of queenliness,
Forgetting that you once were slave,
And let your full lips laugh at Fate!

-Gwendolyn Bennett

I want to see the slim palm-trees,
Pulling at the clouds
With little pointed fingers….
 
I want to see lithe Negro girls,
Etched dark against the sky
While sunset lingers.
 
I want to hear the silent sands,
Singing to the moon
Before the Sphinx-still face….
 
I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race.
 
I want to breathe the Lotus flow’r,
Sighing to the stars
With tendrils drinking at the Nile….
 
I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people’s soul
Hidden by a minstrel-smile.
 
– By Gwendolyn Bennett
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