When the Jamaican-born poet Claude McKay published his book of poetry HARLEM SHADOWS in 1922, it was one of the first books published of the Harlem Renaissance -- an intellectual and cultural revival of African American music, dance, art, fashion, literature, theater, politics, and scholarship centered in Harlem, Manhattan, New York City, spanning the 1920s and 1930s.
And what a good book it was! HARLEM SHADOWS is a collection of 74 poems with the one thing I like most in poetry: poems written with meter and rhyme. Most of the poems in this collection were even proper sonnets! That was awesome. (The poem "When Dawn Comes to the City" even seemed to me to have some echoes of Edgar Allan Poe within it.)
Which is not surprising considering what McKay writes in the preface to his book, that he grew up in Jamaica reading English books and being taught by English tutors. Jericho Brown writes in his Introduction to HARLEM SHADOWS, "Like any other educated English speaker at the turn of the century, McKay centered his literary studies on the work of British writers, which is to say that his first poetic influences most likely spanned Shakespeare to John Keats and all the other white men in between."
But McKay takes these more formal forms (which I like) and adds to them a range of subject matters and and contexts well beyond anything Shakespeare or Keats could have written, and that's what makes so many of these poems excellent.
Of the subjects covered by these poems, there's not only love, which is to be expected in any collection of poetry, but many poems about being a poor working Black person in America ("Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table," "Spring in New Hampshire," and "On the Road"), many poems about being homesick for Jamaica and Africa (including "I Shall Return," "Flame-Heart," "The Tropics in New York," and "To One Coming North"), and even some heartbreaking poems about the death of his mother (including "My Mother," and "December, 1919").
Several poems deal with issues of race and hatred in America, isolation and loneliness, and even one surprisingly funny poem about taking a day off to just be lazy ("French Leave"). His sonnet "The Tired Worker," about a worker who is so tired after work that he just wants to sleep, but then the dawn comes up again and he has to go back to work -- man, I felt that. I've been there, too.
Now, not every poem in the collection was a winner. Some of them were just your typical poems about nature or his own friends, things like that. They were fine, but nothing special.
But man, the bulk of these poems were excellent, with powerful vivid imagery and quotable turns of phrase and unexpected significance. This was an impressive collection of poetry, overall.
5 out of 5 stars!