Josephine Delphine Henderson Heard, an American poet linked to the Harlem Renaissance, made significant literary contributions that connect to earlier Black American writing traditions. Her poetry, characterized by directness and traditional forms like sonnets and ballads, explores themes of nature, faith, and racial identity, mirroring the sociopolitical context of her era.
While her style was not as experimental as some later Harlem Renaissance poets, Josephine Heard’s work remains timeless due to its focus on universal human experiences. Though not widely recognized, she captures the essence of human emotion and connection.
One of Josephine’s notable poems, “Sunshine After Cloud,” highlights themes of reconciliation and the importance of cherishing relationships over dwelling on past grievances. Through her writing, she encourages readers to embrace happiness and forgiveness, illustrating her deep understanding of the complexities of life and love.
“Sunshine After Cloud” reminds us that time is precious.
The speaker’s invitation to reconcile and let go of past grievances speaks to the transient nature of life, urging both individuals to recognize the value of their shared moments. The line “Time is so precious, you and me; / Must spend ours doing better” reminds us that time is limited and should be dedicated to nurturing relationships rather than clinging to resentment. This awareness prompts a shift in perspective—from focusing on misunderstandings to embracing joy and connection.
In a world that often rushes forward, I am learning to acknowledge that every moment I experience is precious. Embracing kindness, reconciliation, and forgiveness is transformative.
Sunshine After Cloud by Josephine D. Heard
Come, “Will,” let’s be good friends again,
Our wrongs let’s be forgetting,
For words bring only useless pain,
So wherefore then be fretting.
Let’s lay aside imagined wrongs,
And ne’er give way to grieving,
Life should be filled with joyous songs,
No time left for deceiving.
I’ll try and not give way to wrath,
Nor be so often crying;
There must some thorns be in our path,
Let’s move them now by trying.
How, like a foolish pair were we,
To fume about a letter;
Time is so precious, you and me;
Must spend ours doing better.
This poem is in the public domain.
Poetry Recitation by Rebecca Budd
Music by Epidemic Sound
“Soft Reminder” by Eneide
https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/CCSWbY4TaX/
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