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  1. Nov 2021
    1. Boy! You should a seen that darky’s face! It just shone.

      When the author refers to, "that darky's", face it must be referring to the color of that persons skin color. When the author uses that phrase it makes me think that the author is trying to sound some what racist and that I feel like we as readers are able to pick something like that makes me think that this phrase is a strong one that points out the writers obvious message that she wants people to know that person was a dark skinned person.

    1. Be still, be still, my precious child,      I must not give you birth!

      When reading this and looking at the title as well as reading the rest of it I can tell its about society back in the day and how being black was filled with oppression as well as a-lot of hard times and struggles. Those two lines are probably referring to how that lady doesn’t want to bring a child into a world were it is corrupt as well as filled with hatred and neglect.

    1. I sit and sew—a useless task it seems, My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams— The panoply of war, the martial tread of men, Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death, Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath—

      when reading this I grasp that the author is addressing how war can be and how useless the author might think war is and that it seems to be a repeated process were people go into war and either come back hop-less or don’t come back home at all and that some of the people might be young and just might be kids when they talk about eyes not seeing death before can portray how young some of the men are or should I say boys.

    1. Not self-contained with smug identity But conscious of the strength in entity.

      When trying to understand this to me I think that Gwendolyn is trying to talk about ones self identity and how it can shape us and define who we can be and to and to be ones self and be true to what you might want to do as well.

    1. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then.

      This tells me that an African American person eating at the dinner table with White people would cause some kind of commotion between the ethnic groups and that both sides knew they shouldn't do certain things or there would be consequences for things like that.

    2. I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.

      When reading this it seems that this is talking about the segregation American faced for the longest time. Were African American people usually served the White people. This time period was when there was still a-lot of racism and when they had places for the African American's to drink separate from the White people.

    3. I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world

      When reading these two first lines it seems to be a symbolic representation of the hard times this person has faced as well struggles his people has faced as well. When they are talking about rivers being ancient to this world it makes me think about the old world and how it was and that African American people might have suffered.

    1. By shedding the old chrysalis of the Negro problem we are achieving somethinglike a spiritual emancipation.

      I think the author is comparing the evolution or transformation of a butterfly in terms of how African Americans people have grown out of their shells and evolved into better beings and brought into a world of new.

    2. Could such a metamorphosis have taken place as suddenly as it has appeared to? The answer is no; not because the New Negro is not here, but because the Old Negro had long become more of a myth than a man. The Old Negro, we must remember, was a creature of moral debate and historical controversy. His has been a stock figure perpetuated as an historical fiction partly in innocent sentimentalism, partly in deliberate reactionism.

      When reading this part I can grasp the idea the author is talking about it seems to be comparing African American slaves to at that current time in the 20's African American people. Basically talking about the change over time and that their people have progressed over time and things are getting better and that salve's are no longer existent and should not even be talked about feeling. I like how there basically saying how the old ways are over and it's a new era and new world and people should be acting as such and to be equal as well as freedom.

    3. For the younger generation is vibrant with a new psychology; the new spirit is awake in the masses, and under the very eyes of the professional observers is transforming what has been a perennial problem into the progressive phases of contemporary Negro life.

      When i'm reading this and I compare this to the other reading this seems so much brighter in terms as feeling and attitude this author is bringing, because the other reading was sad and talking about how white people were basically better. In this part of the reading I can grasp a b better more uplifting feeling and a more proud and happy feeling.

    1. This young poet’s home is, I believe, a fairly typical home of the colored middle class. One sees immediately how difficult it would be for an artist born in such a home to interest himself in interpreting the beauty of his own people. He is never taught to see that beauty. He is taught rather not to see it, or if he does, to be ashamed of it when it is not according to Caucasian patterns.

      I guess being raised in a middle class type of setting seems like a bad thing but in all reality it doesn’t seem like he has it all bad compared to lower class people that are struggling more then him. He said he's middle class, that means there are people doing worse some other place. if your comparing yourself to others that have more, like the white people of this era there isn't going to be a-lot of improving there should be growth in ones willing desire to do better for themselves not to compare them to each other.

    2. And so the word white comes to be unconsciously a symbol of all virtues. It holds for the children beauty, morality, and money. The whisper of “I want to be white” runs silently through their minds.

      it seems that the authors view of white people seem almost as gods and that they control virtually everything, as well as being superior in race it seems. When he says, "the word white comes to be unconsciously a symbol of all virtues", proves my idea that it seems lie there is some type of god factor that seems to be attached to this idea of some type of godly figure being imitated.

    3. One of the most promising of the young Negro poets said to me once, “I want to be a poet–not a Negro poet,” meaning, I believe, “I want to write like a white poet”; meaning subconsciously, “I would like to be a white poet”; meaning behind that, “I would like to be white.” And I was sorry the young man said that, for no great poet has ever been afraid of being himself. And I doubted then that, with his desire to run away spiritually from his race, this boy would ever be a great poet. But this is the mountain standing in the way of any true Negro art in America–this urge within the race toward whiteness, the desire to pour racial individuality into the mold of American standardization, and to be as little Negro and as much American as possible.

      When reading this quote it made me think about the struggles people had in that era, were people were fighting for their rights more so then today. It also makes me think that African American Poets were under appreciated and look down upon in society and that white poets had more power and control of current issues and favors from others. It basically says that he isn't proud of his race more so it seeming because of his poetic views as well literature wasn't being appreciated as much.

  2. Oct 2021
    1. Dry bones can harm no one. Only a cock stood on the rooftree Co co rico co co rico In a flash of lightning.

      We see here again bones are being used over and over to represent death a big thing in these writings that keeps being mentioned.

    2. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.

      Here see see the notion of death pop up again talking about bones again and again. I think the when using these certain words especially bones makes you really think about how death was a big concern maybe even of that time period with the reference being used over and over,

    3. White bodies naked on the low damp ground And bones cast in a little low dry garret, Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.

      We see again how there is a theme of death that is continually being used to describe dead people bones as well as some lifeless bodies they seem to have uncovered and also mentions a rat that iv'e seen pop up a few times.

    4.   I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

      When reading this there seems to a common theme of death going around in this with talking about souls and bones and things like that being mentioned a-lot .

    5. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.

      When I first read this I thought it was strange to think that winter would keep someone warm, then i Though are they maybe talking about an analogy or foreshadowing something?

  3. Sep 2021
    1. Criticism is not a circumscription or a set of prohibitions. It provides fixed points of departure. It may startle a dull reader into alertness. That little of it which is good is mostly in stray phrases; or if it be an older artist helping a younger it is in great measure but rules of thumb, cautions gained by experience.

      I agree that criticism helps you improve on your work from other points of view that you can build off of and make your works better down the line.

    2. It is better to present one Image in a lifetime than to produce voluminous works.

      I definitely agree with this statement that creating a few master pieces compared to many that aren’t so great is a good idea.

    3. The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.

      When reading this I picked up that the author might be talking about the many new faces you try and remember at train stations by they go by really fast since everyone at train stations usually move fast to get from place to place.

    1. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

      When I read this I pick almost a feeling of regret that he cannot take both way's also connecting that to real life we can't always take both paths referring to an easy way or a hard way.

    2. He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

      it seems that one neighbor is telling the other that he is a good neighbor for basically being responsible that basically his property is not on his land and he’s not invading his space but it seems they don't talk about the wall as much.

    3. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

      When I read this theres a sense of responsibility or belonging in the tone of this text were it seems to be like there is a need for these people, these tow neighbors to create this wall and barrier between them but there is no aggression or quarrel between the two.

    1. His stalk the dark delphinium Unthorned into the tending hand Releases. . . yet that hour will come. . . And must, in such a spiny land. The sikly, powdery mignonette Before these gathering dews are gone May pierce me–does the rose regret The day she did her armour on? In that the foul supplants the fair, The coarse defeats the twice-refined, Is food for thought, but not despair: All will be easier when the mind To meet the brutal age has grown An iron cortex of its own.

      When reading this it makes me think that he talking about a flower of death per say while he's stalking it it could be a metaphor that death is stalking him.

    2. Here lies, and none to mourn him but the sea, That falls incessant on the empty shore, Most various Man, cut down to spring no more; Before his prime, even in his infancy Cut down, and all the clamour that was he, Silenced; and all the riveted pride he wore, A rusted iron column whose tall core The rains have tunnelled like an aspen tree. Man, doughty Man, what power has brought you low,

      When it says here lies you pick up that the person is no longer with us and that there was none to mourn his death with the foreshadow that he wasn’t loved or cared about.

    3. Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

      When reading this I get the feeling that the person is talking about how love is unnecessary for your survival as a human and you can go without something unneeded like that.

    1. At ninety–six I had lived enough, that is all, And passed to a sweet repose. What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you– It takes life to love Life.  

      It seems that this person has had a really long life were there were some things that might have made the person as but in the end it seems that the person seemed to have a content kind of life that was well lived and that there also seemed like there was a lesson to keep your head held high.

    2. Choose your own good and call it good. For I could never make you see That no one knows what is good Who knows not what is evil; And no one knows what is true Who knows not what is false.

      When reading this and trying to understand what this means it seems to me that there analyzing how a person could be or act. A person's actions as well as what their trying to do might have a greater meaning behind it maybe even for their own self benefit. This also seems like the whole idea that there is always some bad in good, you might not even know it yet either.

    3. Life all around me here in the village: Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth, Courage, constancy, heroism, failure– All in the loom, and oh what patterns! Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers– Blind to all of it all my life long.

      When reading this I felt a tone of sadness in the persons voice as almost a regret of not opening their eyes to bigger ideas as well as their surroundings. there seemed to be a-lot going on but the person was just unable to open their eyes.

    1. I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,— And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were.

      When reading this I hear a sense of nostalgia in the persons tone like when things were great and of a time period when things were so great like a flash back of some sort. It seems as if the person went away for something and that everything seems to be just like they were when he left.

    2. Then, as a mother lays her sleeping child Down tenderly, fearing it may awake, He sat the jug down slowly at his feet With trembling care, knowing that most things break; And only when assured that on firm earth It stood, as the uncertain lives of men Assuredly did not, he paced away

      When I was reading this I see that he's comparing the frugalness of the jug to the lives of men. He's saying that we have to treat a jug very carefully and with caution and with lives of men because he's saying that they won't leave this earth maybe in relation to a ghost but mens lives. Also when it says,"knowing that most things break", and also saying after saying unless is firm on the earth makes me think that it's the spirit of maybe a ghost and it's not easy for them to go away.

    3. Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure, said aloud, For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:

      When I was reading this and saw the word hermitage being used that must mean there was a person in some type of religious solitude in that town made me wonder why a person like that is confining themselves to religious beliefs. and when he says, "The road was his with not a native near", must mean there wasn't anyone in sight or it might have been a ghost town other then maybe the hermit that he mentions prior.

    1. I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus—but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.

      When reading this it just seems that she's just staying with john because she kinda just has too. I feel like if you left a man and you tried to marry another man that just wasn't really possible in that time and age. Her relationship with him doesn’t seem the healthiest as well.

    2. If a physician of high standing, and one’s own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do?

      When looking at this makes me think that all the men had the power in this time and age and that men had every right to control women like objects like that and that is absolutely wrong, but unfortunately it happened in that area. It even goes to the length that a doctor is saying if your husband thinks your ok then your ok even though it clearly says she’s not ok at all.

    3. A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate! Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted? John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.

      When looking at this we see that there is a type of way or feeling that men in this time period could of thought about women back then. Men in that time period for sure looked down upon women and in todays day and age I would like to think we don't think like that as much at least.

    1. Why did God make me an outcast and a stranger in mine own house? The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the stone, or steadily, half hopelessly, watch the streak of blue above.

      The felling of him saying, "Why did God make me an outcast and a stranger in my own house?", tells us that he dosen’t feel secure even in his safe place of his own house. He feels like a stranger to himself to everyone and everything in his life and that the comfort of his life and being wasn't safe because of racial injustice.

    2. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows.

      When reading this it seems that there is a sense of realization that he is different from the others, as well as the veil seeming to be symbol of a type of separation between him and others in his community. and from reading the prior section I could assume this all has to deal with his race and fitting into society.

    3. Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil?

      When I read this I feel like there is some type of outside feeling, from race. You do sense a tone of feeling unwanted as well as not belonging. I wonder if not belonging as well as race is going to be a big issue in this reading.

  4. Aug 2021
    1. Symbol or energy, the Virgin had acted as the greatest force the Western world ever felt, and had drawn man’s activities to herself more strongly than any other power, natural or supernatural, had ever done; the historian’s business was to follow the track of the energy; to find where it came from and where it went to; its complex source and shifting channels; its values, equivalents, conversions.

      When was reading this I picked up that sex as well as the idea of being a virgin might have maybe been a driving factor or illustrious illusions because it seemed most people at least maybe women were virgins unless they were married because they might have been per say soiled if they had premarital sex and I feel like in that time period that felt like it was a big thing to be a virgin until then.

    2. All the rest had used sex for sentiment, never for force; to them, Eve was a tender flower, and Herodias an unfeminine horror. American art, like the American language and American education, was as far as possible sexless. Society regarded this victory over sex as its greatest triumph, and the historian readily admitted it, since the moral issue, for the moment, did not concern one who was studying the relations of unmoral force. He cared nothing for the sex of the dynamo until he could measure its energy.

      When reading this I thought to myself the idea of sex as well as the notion of it being hidden made me think weren’t people thinking about it at all, because in todays society I think that a huge thing that people do all the time but maybe in that time period as well as county it wasn't per say a necessity because they were just trying to survive.

    3. Adams haunted it, aching to absorb knowledge, and helpless to find it. He would have liked to know how much of it could have been grasped by the best-informed man in the world. While he was thus meditating chaos, Langley came by, and showed it to him.

      When Adam talks to himself in third person perspective I find it honestly entertained as well as nice to see a different view point of how he wrote this as well as his quest for more knowledge.

    1. They Lion, from my children inherit, From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion, From they sack and they belly opened And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth They feed they Lion and he comes.

      When I see this and it says from my children inherit as well as talk about the soil of the earth I think it's a representation of taking care of the earth for generations to come and the well being of the earth as well.

    2. West Virginia to Kiss My Ass

      When I look at this it makes me think about why West Virginia to Kiss My Ass is in capitalization maybe in representation that that is an important location to this reading.

    3. Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar, Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies, They Lion grow.

      When I was first reading this I was a bit confused but then thought how this could have been in relationship to maybe the development of maybe the automobile or the ever so production of things man has created over time from bread to a driveshaft.