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Vachel Lindsay in 1912. While in New York in 1905 Lindsay turned to poetry in earnest. He tried to sell his poems on the streets. Self-printing his poems, he began to barter a pamphlet titled Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread, which he traded for food as a self-perceived modern version of a medieval troubadour.
The title is adopted from the 1914 poem "The Congo", by Illinois poet Vachel Lindsay. Condemning Leopold's actions, Lindsay wrote: Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost, Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
In Vachel Lindsay's poem The Congo, Mumbo Jumbo is used as a metaphor for the pagan religion followed by the Africans he encounters. The poem, at the end of each of three sections, repeats the phrase "Mumbo Jumbo will hoodoo you". [8] [9]
Edgar Allan Poe's 1849 poem "Eldorado" references the Mountains of the Moon. Vachel Lindsay's 1914 (published—written in 1912) poem "Congo" contains the lines "From the mouth of the Congo to the Mountains of the Moon".
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[17] [18]: 169 Rachel Blau DuPlessis argues that part of the poem reinterprets Vachel Lindsay's "The Congo", by portraying the Congo River as "a pastoral nourishing, maternal setting." [13] Hughes references the spiritual "Deep River" in the line "My soul has grown deep like the rivers." [8] The poem was also influenced by Walt Whitman. [8]
The Congo: Vachel Lindsay's "The Congo" poem; "The Creation" was a dramatization of a paraphrase of James Weldon Johnson's book of "Negro poems and verse" "God's Trombones" George Zachary: Had been scheduled for an earlier broadcast, but which were postponed until March 30. April 6, 1941: The Rocking-Horse Winner: DH Lawrence ad. Auden & James ...
Vachel Lindsay, The Congo and Other Poems [14] Amy Lowell, Sword Blades and Poppy Seed [14] James Oppenheim, Songs for the New Age [14] Carl Sandburg, "Chicago" in Poetry magazine; Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons [14]