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Countee Cullen and the Harlem Renaissance. Kyle Schaeffer Ms. Holtz English 11 February 8, 2012. Countee Cullen. Saturday's Child Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black raccoon-- For implements of battle.
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Countee Cullen and the Harlem Renaissance Kyle Schaeffer Ms. Holtz English 11 February 8, 2012
Countee Cullen • Saturday's Child • Some are teethed on a silver spoon, • With the stars strung for a rattle; • I cut my teeth as the black raccoon-- • For implements of battle. • Some are swaddled in silk and down, • And heralded by a star; • They swathed my limbs in a sackcloth gown • On a night that was black as tar. • For some, godfather and goddame • The opulent fairies be; • Dame Poverty gave me my name, • And Pain godfathered me. • For I was born on Saturday-- • "Bad time for planting a seed," • Was all my father had to say, • And, "One mouth more to feed." • Death cut the strings that gave me life, • And handed me to Sorrow, • The only kind of middle wife • My folks could beg or borrow
The years between World War I and the Great Depression were boom times for the United States, and jobs were plentiful in cities. • Black-owned magazines and newspapers flourished, freeing African Americans from the constricting influences of mainstream white society. Harlem Renaissance
The theme of the poem is about how grew up and how it was so hard for his family to support one more child. While other people got everything they wanted. • The tone of the poem is that anger towards people who get everything given to them from birth. Themes and Tones
