Robert Hayden was an American poet, essayist, educator. He was appointed Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1976.
Hayden was elected to the American Academy of Poets in 1975. From 1976 - 1978, Hayden was Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress (the first African American holder of that post), the position which in 1985 became the Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress. Hayden's most famous and most anthologized poem is Those Winter Sundays[citation needed], which deals with the memory of fatherly love and loneliness.
Other famed poems include The Whipping (which is about a small boy being severely punished for some undetermined offense), Middle Passage (inspired by the events surrounding the United States v. The Amistad affair), Runagate, Runagate, and Frederick Douglass.
Hayden’s influences included Wylie, Cullen, Dunbar, Hughes, Bontemps, Keats, Auden and Yeats. Hayden’s work often addressed the plight of African Americans, usually using his former home of Paradise Valley slum as a backdrop, as he does in the poem Heart-Shape in the Dust. Hayden’s work made ready use of black vernacular and folk speech. Hayden wrote political poetry as well, including a sequence on the Vietnam War.
On the first poem of the sequence, he said, “I was trying to convey the idea that the horrors of the war became a kind of presence, and they were with you in the most personal and intimate activity, having your meals and so on. Everything was touched by the horror and the brutality and criminality of war. I feel that's one of the best of the poems.
This super-slim chapbook (just 16 pages) from 1973 reads as startlingly contemporary. The poems are cerebral and surreal, patient and lyrical. I came across Hayden's work while looking into poets who have spent significant time in my hometown of Ann Arbor, and am excited to read more.
Looking back, we cannot see, except for its blurring lights like underwater stars and moons, our starting-place. Behind us, beyond us now is phantom territory, a world abstract as memories of earth the traveling dead take home. Between obscuring cloud and cloud, the cloudy dark ensphering us seems all we can be certain of. Is Plato's cave.
Robert Hayden's thin chapbook, The Night-Blooming Cereus, only contains seven poems. While certainly worth a read, I did not find them as provocative or intriguing as his earlier collections. These poems tend to be more abstract, less interested in examining the effects of history or societal dynamics.
The Performers
Easily, almost matter-of-factly they step, two minor Wallendas, with pail and squeegee along the wintry ledge, hook their harness to the wall and leaning back into a seven-story angle of space begin washing the office windows. I am up there too until straps break and iron paper apple of iron I fall through plateglass wind onto stalagmites below.
But am safely at my desk again by the time the hairline walkers, high-edge balancers end their center-ring routine and crawl inside. A rough day, I remark, for such a risky business. Many thanks. Thank you, sir, one of the men replies.