James Emanuel Poems
- «&Nbsp;I'M A Jazz Singer...
- For A Depressed Woman I My friends do not know. But what ...
- Emmett Till * I hear a whistling Through the water. Little ...
- A Fool For Evergreen A little bit of fool in me Hides behind...
- The Treehouse To every man His treehouse, A green splice in...
- Jazzanatomy EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails,...
- The Young Ones, Flip Side In tight pants, tight ...
James A. Emanuel was born in Alliance, Nebraska. After a series of jobs in his late teens, he served during World War II, partly as secretary to the Army’s first black general, General Benjamin O. Davis Sr. After the war, Emanuel earned his BA from Howard University, his MA from Northwestern, and his PhD in English and comparative literature from Columbia. Emanuel began teaching at City College, CUNY while completing his doctorate; he taught at the institution from 1957 until his retirement in 1983. Though often described as “neglected,” Emanuel was one of the driving forces behind opening the English college curricula to African American literature. His groundbreaking study Langston Hughes ... more »
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«&Nbsp;I'M A Jazz Singer,&Nbsp;&Raquo; She Replied
He dug what she said:
bright jellies, smooth marmalade
spread on warm brown bread.
"Jazz" from drowsy lips
orchids lift to honeybees
floating on long sips.
"Jazz": quick fingerpops
pancake on a griddle-top
of memories. Stop.
as nutmeg, missing fingers,
gold, Less serious.
"Jazz": cool bannister.
Don't need no stair. Ways to climb
when the sax is there.