Dudley Randall

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·     Published his first poem at age 13.

·      Made visits around the world which inspired many of his poems.

·      The publication of “Ballad of Birmingham” established a good reputation for African American Poets and a platform for those who had not begun.

·      The bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church was the sole influence for the “Ballad of Birmingham.”

·       Randall was influenced by the work of Jean Toomer and Countee Cullen.

·      His many trips also influenced many of Randall’s works.

Well-Known Works

"Ballad of Birmingham"

"A Poet is not a Jukebox"

"Booker T. and W.E.B."

"The Profile on the Pillow"

“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?"

  Literary Terms

"Mother dear, may I go downtown                   XXXXXXXXXX = Rhyme Scheme (b,d) 
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham                                             = Stanza
In a Freedom March today?"

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

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

"No, baby, no, you may not go,                           XXXXXXXXXX = Symbol
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?"

Blocking

“Mom, can I go downtown

Instead of going out to play,

To march in the streets of Birmingham

 In the Freedom March today?”

“No my child you may not go,

Because the dogs are fierce and wild,

Because clubs, hoses, guns, and jails

Are not meant for little children.”

“But I won’t be alone Mom.

Other kids will be there,

To march the streets of Birmingham,

Trying to make our country free from racism.”

“No my child you may not go,

For I fear you will get shot.

But you may go to church instead

And sing in the children’s choir.”

She has combed and brushed he dark hair,

And bathed,

And put on white gloves on her small hands,

And white shoes on her feet.

The mother was happy to know her child

Was in a safe place,

But that smile was the last

To come on her face.

When she heard the church explode,

She cried and started to look for her child.

She ran through the streets of Birmingham

Yelling for her child.

She dug through the glass and brick,

Then found a shoe.

“Oh, her is my child’s shoe,

But where is my child?”

 

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