Jacques Roumain Professions : Haitian Politician Born : June 4, 1907 Died : August 18, 1944 Browse All Authors Top 12 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 clusters grapes easy The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Jacques Roumain sacrifice alcohol taken Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones. Jacques Roumain hard-times leaving tables Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to know them. No one is more sensitive to what gives man the right to call himself a man: good-heartedness, bravery and virile brotherhood. Jacques Roumain heart giving men And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart. Jacques Roumain music dawn heart A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain. Its roots plunge in thefat fermentation of the soil, sucking in its elemental humors, its fortifying juices. Trees always seem lost in a great tranquil dream. The dark rising sap makes them groan in the warm afternoons. A tree is a living being that knows the course of the clouds and presses the storms because it is full of birds' nests. Jacques Roumain nature dream rain As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head. Jacques Roumain hard-times broken men Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't have to fret about food and drink. And you can be sure that they have black angels to do the heavy work like laundering the clouds or sweeping the rain and cleaning the sun after a storm, while the white angels sing like nightingales all day long or blow in those little trumpets like they show in the pictures we see in church. Jacques Roumain angel blow rain Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening. Jacques Roumain garden nature song At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mountains, and towards afternoon, the water descends wildly and she ravages all in its path, the madwoman. That is how death comes. Without our expecting it, and we cannot do a thing against it, brothers. Jacques Roumain brother dog rain The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return. Jacques Roumain music song father Experience is the cane of the blind. Jacques Roumain blind
