117 Matching Annotations
  1. Nov 2019
    1. Let tambourines be struck above the copulations

      I think the author means by this whole section on sex that their society is relatively free from sin; people aren't sexually repressed, etc. An almost ideal world, in the author's opinion.

    2. The dilemma of the American conscience can hardly be better stated.

      Yeah I figured this was it. Many prosper here while others suffer at our expense. Is it moral to continue with our prosperous and happy lives while others suffer for us? I think that's the question the author is getting it. I don't really think this is a good analogy because everyone suffers, and everyone knows that life is full of pain as well as happiness. There is no one person or group that acts as a scapegoat. Most of us are in the same boat. Even the ultra-rich suffer, although they can do away with some of their pain more easily. I think the real evil is within every person. This is not to say that we shouldn't make sacrifices and do our best to help those who are needy and suffering, but I think the metaphor of Omelas misunderstands human nature, life, and suffering.

    3. Those are the terms.

      We might ask, who set the terms? I think that's part of the point of the story. I believe Omelas is supposed to be a metaphor for modern society. Is it worth many people prospering at the cost of one suffering?

    4. naked in the bright air

      Nakedness can represent innocence. This fits the mood of the city that the author is describing--colorful, beautiful, free.

    1. Is there no hope for me? Is there no way That I may sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?

      I wonder if the poem is strictly about real ships, or if it is about a higher metaphor. The ships might represent freedom and a way out from the misery he describes in other poems.

    1. Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,

      I like the transliterated dialect in this piece because it makes it easier to imagine the speaker reciting the poem, almost like a blessing over their child.

    1. Thy name is writ on Glory's scroll In characters of fire.

      What an image! And maybe a reference to the Book of Life, in which the names of believers are written in heaven.

    2. When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,

      Possibly a reference to scripture, where the serpent bruises the hell, but the heel crushes the head of the serpent--ultimately a metaphor for God defeating evil.

    1. I know what the caged bird feels, alas!     When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;    When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,    And the river flows like a stream of glass;     When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,    And the faint perfume from its chalice steals— I know what the caged bird feels!

      The rhythm of this poem is like a song.

    1.     We wear the mask!

      I think the mask is the human tendency to pretend that we are not full of the evil of human choices and suffering, particularly slaves and former slaves.

    1. Well this story has no moral And this story has got no end

      We don't usually hear ballads like this nowadays. There are other ways of telling stories through songs, although in today's world they are usually much simpler to fit the short, radio format that conforms most modern songs.

      I think it's interesting that the singer admits that the song has no moral, but even more so that the song has no end. It may be a throwaway line not meant to carry greater significance, but it also may mean that the story of two-timing will always be kept alive because people still often cheat.

    1. I whiten my black men—I blacken my white!

      This makes me wonder more about the identity of the Smoke King. Who is he that he whitens black men and blackens white men? And what does this mean? I think the next line helps somewhat in understanding this.

    2. I am swinging in the sky, I am wringing worlds awry; I am the thought of the throbbing mills, I am the soul of the soul-toil kills, Wraith of the ripple of trading rills; Up I’m curling from the sod, I am whirling home to God;

      These words really roll off the tongue. It could definitely be sung.

    1. Why has civilization flourished in Europe, and flickered, flamed, and died in Africa?

      This is a complicated and much-discussed question, but I think it has less to do with Africa and more to do with Europe. There are several places that could have been the 'center' of the civilized world, but the randomness of events in history determined that it would be Europe. It could have been anywhere--Egypt, the Indus Valley, Mesopotamia, and the other early civilizations all had the potential to produce the center of the civilized world.

    2. knowing as little as our fathers what its words may mean, but knowing well the meaning of its music.

      The spirit of the true song is preserved even if no one is able to translate the words.

    3. the true Negro folk–song still lives in the hearts of those who have heard them truly sung and in the hearts of the Negro people.

      He's saying that despite the "vulgar" renditions of African American songs performed on the minstrel stage, the true spirit of their song is preserved in the memories and emotions of those who have already heard them as well as in the African American community itself. Both whites and blacks alike can partake in that preservation.

    4. Little of beauty has America given the world save the rude grandeur God himself stamped on her bosom; the human spirit in this new world has expressed itself in vigor and ingenuity rather than in beauty.

      Why does he think this? What does he mean by "vigor and ingenuity"?

  2. Oct 2019
    1. the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls - with the great outside world. No man whose vision is bounded by colour can come into contact with what is highest and best in the world. In meeting men, in many places, I have found that the happiest people are those who do the most for others; the most miserable are those who do the least.

      Most people can likely agree this is a universal truth. It's intriguing to see Washington's unique experiences back up this wisdom.

    2. would have been to give these girls the same amount of mental training - and I favour any kind of training, whether in the languages or mathematics, that gives strength and culture to the mind

      education = power

    3.   Whatever ability I may have as a public speaker I owe in a measure to Miss Lord. When she found out that I had some inclination in this direction, she gave me private lessons in the matter of breathing, emphasis, and articulation.

      This must have been one of the single greatest influences in developing Washington as the orator and writer he became.

    4. But there was no feeling of bitterness. In fact, there was pity among the slaves for our former owners.

      Wow. They offered their former owners mercy. That's incredible.

    5. The hurtful influences of the institution were not by any means confined to the Negro.

      I think other narratives have implied this fact, but this narrative is the first to assert it clearly.

    6. I cannot remember a single instance during my childhood or early boyhood when our entire family sat down to the table together, and God's blessing was asked, and the family ate a meal in a civilized manner.

      I've grown up learning how important this can be to having close family ties. I can't imagine never having the opportunity at all.

    7. "grape-vine" telegraph

      I have always wondered about this, since slaves were often barred from learning to read. Word of mouth was the best way they could learn.

    8. There was no wooden floor in our cabin, the naked earth being used as a floor.

      The cold must have been almost unbearable. A simple log cabin with open windows, an insufficient door, and a hole in the wall for the cat already offers only minimum protection from the elements, but dirt floors sap away all the body heat humans can produce, especially without beds, as the narrator later mentions.

    9. She was simply a victim of the system of slavery

      Slavery drove people into corners, forcing them to make decisions that they would normally never choose except under such extreme circumstances.

    1. they are.”

      I understand that the author is talking about the terrible violence of racist crimes, but I'm not sure what conclusion she wants the reader to draw from the poem. The poetry vs. rhetoric theme is unclear to me.

    2. The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children.

      The meaning of this is unclear to me. Don't poetry and rhetoric overlap significantly? Why is the implication of poetry that you are willing to kill yourself, and the implication of rhetoric that you're willing to kill your children?

    1. Life is short and the worldis at least half terrible, and for every kindstranger, there is one who would break you,

      The tone is very pessimistic.

    1. And as  I  watch   you,  before  I  know  it,  I'm  too  heavy,  too full  of  you  to  move. Maybe  that's what they meant when they said you shouldn't love a country too much.

      Loving one's country is hard when different leaders and politicians make choices you would never make, or when you see so many terrible things reported on the news, and so on. The author is saying these events fill you up and make you too 'heavy' to move.

    2. Ways of Rebelling

      I acknowledge my bias but I don't really think this is poetry. The way it's been formatted is poetic prose. Rambling prose doesn't make poetry. Just my hot take, I don't mind if people disagree.

    1. Where trouble was brewing. Where, after further hostilities, the army was directed to enter. Where the village was razed after the skirmish occurred. Where most were women and children.

      This is what the poem is really about. The buildup with the passive voice is supposed to make us use the zombie technique here to realize that the sign informing visitors about the razing of the Native American settlement uses passive voice, directing the responsibility away from the aggressors. "The army was directed to enter" instead of "The governor/the president directed the army to enter", "the village was razed after the skirmish occurred" instead of "the army razed the village after emerging victorious from the skirmish".

    2. Circle the verbs. Imagine inserting “by zombies” after each one.   Have the words been claimed by the flesh-hungry undead? If so, passive voice.  

      I must have read this poem before because I remember this analogy! One of my English professors drilled this idea of avoiding passive voice into my brain and it's helped me improve my writing.

    1. crisis?

      I get the sense that the author is talking about the dangers or approaching dangers in modern society surrounding technology and politics, hence the news stations, the "crisis", the "1.9% annually" which sounds like an economic statistic, and "datebook chips in the soft skin of our wrists", but overall I don't think it is clear what the poem is actually about and what the author is trying to say. I did some looking around online to see if Warren had commented on this poem and I had trouble finding anything.

    1. Yes, but who ever thought of having a nigger go, except to drive others there

      This shows the incredibly narrow view that many whites held about Christianity, faith, and the church, in regards to race

    2. She knew she was unfit for any heaven, made for whites or blacks.

      This shows how all of the evils that have befallen her, along with the actions she has taken that she regrets, have made her feel intense guilt or worthlessness

    3. beg my living, or get it from you.

      The other female African American writers we've read have been stuck in similar positions, sometimes forced or almost forced into a relationship because it's their only means of survival.

    4. See her as she walks with downcast eyes and heavy heart. It was not always thus. She HAD a loving, trusting heart.

      I could already tell at this point in the reading that she would probably undergo the same hardships as other African American women we've been reading.

    1. purple lips of wrath

      Maybe purple with wine as well as rage. He seems drunk. Edit: I just double checked the passage in Esther which tells this story, and it says he was definitely inebriated.

    2. "Each gem that sparkles in my crown, Or glitters on my throne, Grows poor and pale when she appears, My beautiful, my own!"

      If he really valued her, he wouldn't have thrown her out and replaced her!

    1. Part of its sons in baser thrall Than Babylon or Egypt saw—

      The people of Israel were enslaved in both Egypt and Babylon. The author is rightly saying that the trans-Atlantic slave trade inflicted more severe evils on African American slaves than even the Israelites underwent.

    2. Here Christian writhes in bondage still, Beneath his brother Christian's rod, And pastors trample down at will, The image of the living God.

      They are all made in God's image, but in an act of ultimate hypocrisy and heresy, enslave their brethren in Christ by pretending they aren't equally humans.

    3. The thought ne'er entered in their brains That they endured those toils and pains, To forge fresh fetters, heavier chains

      Black and white people fought together against the British but it only cemented slavery's hold on America.

    4. wears

      'Wear' is a good word here because it implies that there's no essential difference between different races, and that skin color is a shallow difference which is 'put on' in a way.

    1. The sharp sickles of God's retribution          Will gather your harvest of crime.

      You sow what you reap. She is saying God will enact judgment.

    2. When ye plead for the wrecked and fallen,          The exile from far-distant shores,      Remember that men are still wasting          Life's crimson around your own doors.

      This reminds me of the current immigration crisis.

    3. When they entered the threshold of being          The children of a King were born.

      Their solidarity with these women should come from their being made in the likeness of God, just like white women.

    1.    Amid life’s desert wild.

      I love this imagery of the mother's love as precious, life-giving water in the desert of the landscape of slavery.

    2. He is not hers, although her blood    Is coursing through his veins!

      As others have mentioned, this is because the child of a slave could be taken from their mother at any time. Additionally, I'm reminded of the fact that many of the children were products of rape by their mother's master.

    1. No golden weights can turn the scale Of justice in His sight; And what is wrong in woman’s life In man’s cannot be right.

      The divine standard can't be manipulated or unbalanced. Justice will be executed perfectly on both men and women.

    2. Would you blame me if to-morrow The coroner should say, A wretched girl, outcast, forlorn, Has thrown her life away?

      I believe she's asking whether people would blame her if she were driven to such despair to commit suicide (hence the coroner).

    3. And then excused the man?

      I know this was/has been commonplace for a long time, but the first example I think of is Penelope, the wife of Odysseus. If she were to have been unfaithful to Odysseus while he was away for a decade after the Trojan War, she would have been called a harlot. She was surrounded by suitors that wanted her or Odysseus' estate for years and resisted every temptation and snare. Meanwhile, Odysseus slept with both Calypso and Circe with zero consequences. I still enjoy the Odyssey as a classic work of literature, but I've always been irked that Odysseus could get away with sleeping around while his wife was held to a much higher standard.

    4. I’m glad God’s ways are not our ways, He does not see as man, Within His love I know there’s room For those whom others ban.

      The first sign of hope. Abuse from humans vs love from God

    1. We still live in an America where breaking tradition and the boundaries of poetic form are considered the trademarks of a pretentious ass

      I think this has changed too. But there is no one general view on how poetry should be structured anymore.

    2. We still live in an America where, unless you belong to a church, you are a religious skeptic believing in nothing

      I think this has changed. I see people mocked for having a religion far more often than being criticized for atheism.

    1. Your ticket does not guarantee that we will honor your reservations.

      The fact that they had papers to prove that they were freedmen, which were sometimes not even honored or were destroyed (Twelve Years a Slave), is disgusting. Even when they were free they were still considered ownerless property.

    2. We are not responsible for your lost or stolen relatives.  We cannot guarantee your safety if you disobey our instructions.  We do not endorse the causes or claims of people begging for handouts.  We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. 

      This seems to extend beyond white slaveowners.

    1. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

      I love the language and imagery in this poem. So powerful and passionate.

    2. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own

      The caged bird has never experienced these things, and yearns for freedom above all else. The free bird may not value freedom to the same extent that the caged bird does because it has never been without it.

    3. opens his throat to sing.

      I think 'sing' here can mean protest in any form of expression. Poetry, prose, speeches, marches, any form of resistance. I think that singing implies it is not a type of protest that is physical violence, however.

    1. seven year

      This must have done awful things to her body, as she mentioned. There are many accounts of Jews put in similar situations during the Holocaust, who emerged form hiding with permanent deformities and poor health because of how long they were confined in small spaces without exercise.

    2. I was soon convinced that her emotions arose from anger and wounded pride. She felt that her marriage vows were desecrated, her dignity insulted, but she had no compassion for the poor victim of her husband's perfidy. She pitied herself as a martyr; but she was incapable of feeling for the condition of shame and misery in which her unfortunate, helpless slave was placed.

      How could you sit with another woman, even a child, listen to her tell you that your husband groomed and sexually abused her, and pity yourself?

    3. If God has bestowed beauty upon her, it will prove her greatest curse.

      This summarizes the treatment of female slaves compared to male slaves. In another passage, Jacobs mentions that while male slavery is terrible, female slavery is far worse because of the abuses specifically targeted at women, i.e. sexual assault/abuse/rape. While it is true that the gift of beauty proved to be a curse for enslaved women at the time, women who were not considered beautiful were abused as well at their masters' whims.

    4. When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

      This is one of the differences I see between Jacobs' narrative and other slave narratives we have read. She grew up unaware of her enslavement because she was treated well as a child, rather than being taken from her homeland and sold into slavery, or born into a truly abusive situation.

  3. Sep 2019
    1. mistress bird

      I love the imagery of the different creatures of summer--the night-hawk (a nocturnal bird from the nightjar family), the insects and the bees, and the mother bird. Each of the creatures are somewhat personified.

    1. Dedicated to the Federal and Late Confederate Soldiers

      I found this poem to be very moving. He's envisioning a time when soldiers and families from both the north and the south will not struggle together in war, but will leave in unity and happiness, like heaven. His ability to see beyond the two sides, as well as the horrors of slavery and the war over which slavery was being fought, is very striking to me.

    1. Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore,

      Here, and throughout the rest of the poem, Horton expresses the deep longing he feels to pursue his calling (stanza 3). He is inspired by "the strains of ancient lore", but which he may mean history, ancient poetry and songs, etc. I think his desire to explore the world and feed his empty mind is not expressed only in that he has a desire to physically travel, but also that he wants to read and learn more and more, to fill that longing. As a writer, I understand that deep desire as well, and I feel that this poem is an articulation of the emotions I have surrounded my life, my writing, and my inner desires.

    1. like the dragon did all heaven assail,And dragged his friends to limbo with his tail!

      This sounds like the biblical description of Satan as the dragon in the book of Revelation. From the ESV: "And another sign appeared in heaven: behold, a great red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, and on his heads seven diadems. His tail swept down a third of the stars of heaven and cast them to the earth."

    2. Who fell beneath the hatchet of their pride,Then like the serpent bit themselves and died!

      They are self-destructive; their own moral failings led to their downfall.

    3. Weep

      I like that each stanza begins with "Weep for...". It makes the poem sound like a song, and the rhythm is very clear if you read the piece out loud.

    1. Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach. I cease to wonder, and no more attempt Thine height t’explore, or fathom thy profound. But, O my soul, sink not into despair,Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand Would now embrace thee, hovers o’er thine head. Fain would the heaven-born soul with her converse, Then seek, then court her for her promised bliss.

      This personification of wisdom and virtue is similar to the biblical book of Proverbs, which uses the same literary device to describe wisdom. Because of the background we have on Wheatley, it is possible she had this in mind when composing the poem.

    2. But guide my steps to endless life and bliss.

      This reminds me of Psalm 23. "Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

    1. Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,And soft captivity involves the mind

      Her use of paradoxical imagery here is powerful. Fetters that bind, but are made of silk, imply that there is power in fancy/imagination that is not the physical kind, but something stronger.

    2. refulgent

      I like to define unfamiliar words when annotating poetry. This definition is from Merriam-Webster: "a radiant or resplendent quality or state".

    3.     Imagination! who can sing thy force?Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?Soaring through air to find the bright abode,Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God,We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,And leave the rolling universe behind:From star to star the mental optics rove,Measure the skies, and range the realms above.There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul

      Wow! Beautiful imagery. Her personification of Imagination as a winged creature gives me a sense that it is light, alive, free, and active. Especially with the last line of the stanza, "with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul".