Robert Hayden

(4 August 1913 – 25 February 1980 / Detroit)

Robert Hayden
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Born Asa Bundey Sheffey, Robert Hayden spent his childhood in a Detroit ghetto nicknamed 'Paradise Valley,' shuffled between his parents home and that of a foster family living next door. Childhood events would result in times of depression he would call 'my dark nights of the soul'. A nearsighted boy, he was often ostracised by his peers and was excluded from many physical pursuits. Reading -however- occupied a great deal of his time.

Hayden finished high school in 1932 and through a scholarship attended Detroit City College. Post graduation, he worked for the Federal Writer's Project, researching black history and folk culture. In 1941, he enrolled in a master's English ... more »

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  • nickg (5/14/2018 12:00:00 PM)

    how many poems did he write

  • Elizabeth E. Marshall (3/5/2018 2:49:00 PM)

    What a joyful discovery! Hayden's poetry is ideal for the hospitalized veterans I work with.

  • your mom (2/27/2018 12:37:00 PM)

    WHAT IS UP B****

  • Walled Taha (5/14/2007 5:17:00 PM)

    he is one of my favourable poets in the English language
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  • Brianne Edwards (3/24/2005 3:42:00 PM)

    If there is anyone who can analize each line of Robert Hayden's ' Those Winter Sundays', please contact me as soon as posible. Bbefore April 10,2005. Thank you.

  • Walled Taha (3/7/2005 7:19:00 PM)

    SORRY I WANT ANY INFORMATION ABOUT THESE WINTER SUNDAYS. IF THERE IS ANY PLEASE SEND OR WTITE IT

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Best Poem of Robert Hayden

Middle Passage

I

Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy:

Sails flashing to the wind like weapons,
sharks following the moans the fever and the dying;
horror the corposant and compass rose.

Middle Passage:
voyage through death
to life upon these shores.

"10 April 1800--
Blacks rebellious. Crew uneasy. Our linguist says
their moaning is a prayer for death,
our and their own. Some try to starve themselves.
Lost three this morning leaped with crazy laughter
to the waiting sharks, sang as they went under."

Desire, Adventure, Tartar, Ann: ...

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