Angelina Weld Grimké Quotes

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And so this nation—this white Christian nation—has deliberately set its curse upon the most beautiful—the most holy thing in life—motherhood! Why it makes you doubt—God!

Angelina Weld Grimké

Lure of you, eye and lip;
Yearning, yearning,
Languor, surrender;
Your mouth,
And madness, madness,
Tremulous, breathless, flaming.

Angelina Weld Grimké

I am afraid to go to sleep, for every time I do my children come and beg me weeping not to bring them here to suffer. Tonight, they came when I was awake.

Angelina Weld Grimké

He breathes your air so free,
You hang him to a tree,
You hound of deviltry.
You burn him if he speak,
Until your freelands reek
From gory peak to peak.

Angelina Weld Grimké

I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight black cypress,
Sensitive
Exquisite,
A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful still finger, are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?

Angelina Weld Grimké

And to us here, ah! she remains
A lovely memory,
Until Eternity;
She came, she loved and then she went away.

Angelina Weld Grimké

Each one must make his way alone—
And this is Life!

Angelina Weld Grimké

Angelina Weld Grimké

Angelina Weld Grimké

Born: February 27, 1880

Died: June 10, 1958 (aged 78)

Bio: Angelina Weld Grimké was an American journalist, teacher, playwright and poet who came to prominence during the Harlem Renaissance. She was one of the first women of colour/interracial women to have a play publicly performed.

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