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The Creation. James Weldon Johnson. 1871 –. 1938. And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I'm lonely—. I'll make me a world. And far as the eye of God could see.
May 13, 2011 · Read, review and discuss the The Creation poem by James Weldon Johnson on Poetry.com.
‘The Creation’ is one of the famous poems by James Weldon Johnson, an American writer, and civil rights activist. This poem depicts the story of Genesis in a pellucid manner.
The poem progresses through the creation of the sun, moon, stars, the Earth, the oceans, and the plants. The poem's language is simple and direct, with a strong rhythmic beat. It uses vivid imagery to create a vivid and memorable picture of the creation story.
Feb 22, 2024 · Johnson's speaker offers an imaginative, dramatic rendering of the origin of creation, based on the creation story in Genesis from the King James Version of the Holy Bible. First and Second Stanzas: Personification of God
May 2, 2015 · The Creation. by James Weldon Johnson. And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I'm lonely--. I'll make me a world. And far as the eye of God could see. Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights.
The Creation by James Weldon Johnson. And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I'm lonely--. I'll make me a world. And far as the eye of God could see. Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights. Down in a cypress swamp.
James Weldon Johnson. The Creation. And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I’m lonely—. I’ll make me a world. And far as the eye of God could see. Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights.
Dec 10, 2010 · The Creation. by. Johnson, James Weldon, 1871-1938; Ransome, James. Publication date. 1994. Topics. Creation, Children's poetry, American, Creation, American poetry, Bible stories. Publisher. New York : Holiday House.
African American Poetry. THE CREATION. A Negro Sermon. And God stepped out on space, And He looked around and said, “I’m lonely-- I’ll make me a world.” And as far as the eye of God could see. Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights. Down in a cypress swamp. Then God smiled, And the light broke,
