James Weldon Johnson entered the world on June 17, 1871, in Jacksonville, Florida, a bustling port city where the St. Johns River met the Atlantic and where the scars of Reconstruction still lingered in the humid air. He left it on June 26, 1938, in a car accident near Wiscasset, Maine, at the age of sixty-seven, his body laid to rest in Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery. Between those dates stretched a life of astonish…
“The Negro is the only race in the world that has a song.”
Neighbourhood:
African American Poets, American Poets, Harlem Renaissance, Political Poets, Social Justice Poets
Emotional landscape: Sorrow, Wonder, Longing
In the annals of Scottish literature, few stories are as compelling as that of Alexander Anderson, the railway worker who earned fame under the moniker "Surfaceman" and whose poetry bridged the gap between the gritty reality of industrial Scotland and the refined world of Victorian letters. Born into humble circumstances and rising through sheer determination and literary talent, Anderson's life embodies the democrat…
“I am a railman first, but my heart is ever bound to the simple songs of our Scottish soil and workers.”
Neighbourhood:
Edwardian Poets, Folk & Ballad Poets, Nature Poets, Scottish Poets, Victorian Poets
Emotional landscape: Tenderness, Spirituality, Longing