Dudley Randall

Dudley Randall Poems

'Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?'
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Your lips were so laughing
Langston man
your lips were so singing
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She didn't know she was beautiful,
though her smiles were dawn,
her voice was bells,
and her skin deep velvet Night.
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'It seems to me,' said Booker T.,
'It shows a mighty lot of cheek
To study chemistry and Greek
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A poet is not a jukebox, so don’t tell me what to write.
I read a dear friend a poem about love, and she said,
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What can you do with a woman under thirty?
It's true she has a certain freshness, like a green apple,
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7.

Splendid against the night
The searchlights, the tracers' arcs,
And the red flare of bombs
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In far-off Rabaul
I died for democracy.
Better I fell in Mississippi.
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After our fierce loving
in the brief time we found to be together,
you lay in the half light
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Dudley Randall Biography

an African American poet and poetry publisher from Detroit, Michigan. He founded a publishing company called Broadside Press in 1965, which published many leading African American writers. Randall's most famous poem is "The Ballad of Birmingham", written during the 1960s, about the 1963 bombing of the church Martin Luther King, Jr. belonged to in Birmingham, Alabama. Randall's poetry is characterized by simplicity and realism. Randall was born on January 14, 1914 in Washington D.C. He was the son of Arthur George Clyde (a Congressional Minister) and Ada Viola (a teacher) Randall. His family moved to Detroit from Washington D.C. in 1920, and he married Ruby Hudson in 1935, however, this marriage dissolved. Randall married Mildred Pinckney in 1942, but this marriage did not last either. In 1957, he married Vivian Spencer. Randall developed an interest in poetry during his school years. At the age of thirteen, his first published poem appeared in the Detroit Free Press. He worked in a foundry of the Ford Motor Company in Dearborn, Michigan from 1932 to 1937. He also worked as a clerk at a Post Office in Detroit from 1938 to 1943 and served in military during World War II. He was working at a post office while he was attending Wayne State University in Detroit, where he earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in English in 1949. Randall then completed his Master’s degree in Library Science at the University of Michigan in 1951. He worked as a librarian at Lincoln University in Jefferson City, Missouri and later at Morgan State College in Baltimore, Maryland. Finally, in 1956, he returned to Detroit to work at the Wayne County Federated Library System as head of the reference-inter loan department. Randall wrote one of his more popular poems, Ballad of Birmingham, in response to the 1963 bombing of a Baptist church in which four girls were killed. He also established the Broadside Press in 1965. The first collection by the press was Poem Counterpoem (1966). He then published Cities Burning (1968), a group of thirteen poems, in response to a riot in Detroit. Another fourteen poems appeared in Love You in 1970, followed by More to Remember in 1971 and After the Killing in 1973. Some of his well-known works are: Ballad of Birmingham, A Poet is not a Jukebox, Booker T. and W.E.B., and The Profile on the Pillow. The composer Hans Werner Henze used the words of Randall's poem Roses and Revolutions in his 1973 song cycle Voices. He received a Poet Laureate of the City of Detroit in 1981 by Mayor Coleman Young. Randall died on August 5, 2000 in Southfield, Michigan.)

The Best Poem Of Dudley Randall

Ballad Of Birmingham

'Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?'

'No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren't good for a little child.'

'But, mother, I won't be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.'

'No baby, no, you may not go
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children's choir.'

She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.

The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.

For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.

She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
'O, here's the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?'

Dudley Randall Comments

Tom Gavan 20 April 2020

Ashame I didnt know of this Deep Soul while he walked the Planet. Anyway ill cherish his work, and let others know this awesome Human was once among Us. read man, read this Man. thanks Dudley. Tommy

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Cliff C. 16 June 2018

I am looking for the poem, Women by Randall I do not see it listed here. If I'm not mistaken, the first stanza begins, I like women they're so warm and soft and sweet Touch one and her skin yields like the flash of a peach...

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Ariel Hembree 15 February 2005

i'd like to know that too. i have a school asignment to do...

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