Jacques Roumain (June 4, 1907 – August 18, 1944) was a Haitian writer, politician, and advocate of Marxism. He is considered one of the most prominent figures in Haitian literature. Although poorly known in the English-speaking world, Roumain has significant following in Europe, and is renowned in the Caribbean and Latin America. The great African-American poet, Langston Hughes, translated some of Roumain's greatest works, including Gouverneurs de la Rosée (Masters of the Dew). Although his life was short, Roumain managed to touch many aspects of Haitian life and culture.
Read more about Jacques Roumain: Life, Death and Legacy, Quotes, Selected Works
Famous quotes by jacques roumain:
“You cannot eat a cluster of grapes at once, but it is very easy if you eat them one by one.”
—Jacques Roumain (1907–1945)
“Manuel showed her his open hand: ‘Look at this finger, how meager it seems, and this one even weaker, and this other one no stronger, and this one all by himself and on his own.’
Then he made a fist: ‘But now, is it strong enough, big enough, solid enough? It seems so doesn’t it?’”
—Jacques Roumain (1907–1945)
“The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas’ mysterious routes back to his native Guinea.
Meanwhile, the feast continued. The peasants were forgetting their misery: dance and alcohol numbed them, carrying away their shipwrecked conscience in the unreal and shady regions where the savage madness of the African gods lay waiting.”
—Jacques Roumain (1907–1945)
“‘Maman’, said Annaïse, her voice strangely weak. ‘Here is the water.’
A thin blade of silver came forward in the plain and the peasants ran alongside it, crying and singing.
...
‘Oh, Manuel, Manuel, why are you dead?’ moaned Délira.
‘No’, said Annaïse, and she smiled through her tears, ‘no, he is not dead’.
She took the old woman’s hand and pressed gently against her belly where new life stirred.”
—Jacques Roumain (1907–1945)
“It would not be an easy thing to bring the water all the way to the plain. They would have to organize a great coumbite with all the peasants and the water would unite them once again, its fresh breath would clear away the fetid stink of anger and hatred; the brotherly community would be reborn with new plants, the fields filled with to bursting with fruits and grains, the earth gorged with life, simple and fertile.”
—Jacques Roumain (1907–1945)