I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
she lifts the torch beside the door to let people know that there will always be light in a bad situation
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
she lifts the torch beside the door to let people know that there will always be light in a bad situation
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
Send her the homeless people that are willing to accept help from her
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Someone not believing in you or someone refusing help?
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
I really don't understand this line
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
She is humbling herself and telling the people that she will help out people in need
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
She is giving a speech
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
she welcomes people to the place they mentioned in line 3
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Maybe they are holding her cause of the name she holds
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
She is being trapped by someone or something
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
When she says this I think of Hecate a Greek goddess
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
She is describing a place
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
So in some Greek stories they kill each other and fight for land but this story won't be like that
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
this won't be like a very typical Greek story
Corners of both pockets, like a strict rhyme
the mans pants pockets are burning
Across the placket and over the twin bar-tacked
I'm confused but this sentence
Wonderful how the pattern matches perfectly
the pattern of the flames match the story he referred to
Like Hart Crane’s Bedlamite, “shrill shirt ballooning.”
he is referencing back to another poem or story
Air filling up the legs of his gray trousers—
his pants has caught fire which made him fall
And fluttered up from his shirt as he came down,
he fell down as the fire got to him and burned up his clothes
He stepped to the sill himself, his jacket flared
his jacket caught fire before he could jump himself
Her into space, and dropped her. Almost at once
he dropped her with the others which is also making me think that he is helping his family to get out of the burning building
Around his neck and kissed him. Then he held
Was she his wife or lover
A third before he dropped her put her arms
He dropped a third person
To enter a streetcar, and not eternity.
is he referring that the man is helping the people to be free again and not die in the flames? also by eternity I believe he is speaking of death
And then another. As if he were helping them up
he continued to help more people get out the building
Away from the masonry wall and let her drop.
he dropped her so she wouldn't die in the flames
Up to the windowsill, then held her out
he held the girl out the window so she can be rescued
Who watched how a young man helped a girl to step
a man helped a young girl who was ready to jump so she didn't die in the fire
The witness in a building across the street
someone watching the building go up in flames unable to help
On the ninth floor, no hydrants, no fire escapes—
on the 19th floor where they had no proper equipment to stop the flames
One hundred and forty-six died in the flames
146 people died in a fire that may have happened there
At the Triangle Factory in nineteen-eleven.
A place of work that existed in 1911
The treadle, the bobbin. The code. The infamous blaze
more tools being used
The wringer, the mangle. The needle, the union,
The tools being used to make the shirts?
Of cuff I button at my wrist. The presser, the cutter,
he is cuffing his sleeves at his wrist
This armpiece with its overseam to the band
the sleeve of the shirts
Or talking money or politics while one fitted
one person fitting someone to get the sizes right while talking about politics
Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break
coworkers talking to each other
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians
where the shirts are being created by people
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
shirts are made at this place
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
a place of work
there, quietly,
his skull just sat there
was not like that when he kissed her
his mouth wasn't shaped the way it is now when he kissed her
a mouth, open like a chasm,
I picture when you see a skull and how the mouth can be open sometimes
that never knew clean air,
can now smell the clean air figuratively
a nose
His nose
that told his own story,
his bones told a story
with which he listened to music
okay so they are referring to ears
Two eyes or holes
the wholes in the skull can be eyes or anything
his skull, not like any other skull.
but the one mans skull stands out form the rest
in the mass graveyard,
all the bones in the graveyard represents the thousand of bones
like thousands of bones
was his bones not the only bones in the bag?
His bones,
the mans bones is why she is trembling so much
in all other trembling hands
her hand are trembling maybe in fear
like all other bags
like how she would hold all her other bags and purses she holds the bag of bones
the bag in her hand
she has the bag of bones in her hands
The skull is also in the bag
the man's skull was in the bag
She has found his bones.
someone found a mans bones
.What good luck!
He is acknowledging someone of their good luck
We stand with our handshanging at our sides,
they are helpless
at dusk.
this is happening at night
dances around her
the wind blows the flames
A skirt of flames
the flames are surrounding her
in a thigh-shaped valley.
is he saying this as if he feels comfort with her?
She burns like foxfire
she was the light of his life?
she burns like a piece of paper.
when you burn paper in fire it is gone forever and he is losing the girl forever
inside my head. At daybreak
he thinks about her a lot
belongs to a girl still burning
someone he hurt
The cry I bring down from the hills
traumatizing memories
Or does it explode?
or will the dream come true and be something big for that person
like a heavy load.
the dream will become a heavy load
Maybe it just sags
the person is so caught up on pursuing the dream will the dream become a burden on that person
Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?
or will the dream have a good outcome
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Is the person realizing that the dream would never come true?
And then run?
Is he referring to the person running from the dream?
Or fester like a sore—
the dream is becoming more and more non-existent
like a raisin in the sun?
like a raisin starts off as a nice round grape but then it drys up into a raisin which is what the dream is doing drying up when once it was still on the table and you were willing to pursue it
Does it dry up
does it not exist anymore
What happens to a dream deferred?
What happens when you put off doing something.
Of pain, I'm like Scarface smelling amphetamines
He feels so much pain that he felt like Scarface when he was is on drugs?
Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps
Referring to old-heads trying to sell stuff to make money which was very common
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Him and some other people making bets on a game or gambling
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
E&J?
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
"nine" is in reference to a gun
Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes
He came up in a dangerous place where violence was heavy
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm
His lyrics are so good that people get excited when they hear them.
I don't know how to start this stuff, yo
He can say so many things but can't pick which words to use
Where fake negroes don't make it back
When he say's this I think of how many artist aren't really speaking the truth in their raps.
Straight out the friggin dungeons of rap
is he referring to when rap was up and coming?
Yeah, it's time man (aight negro, begin)
hes letting them know hes about to get straight to it and not holding back.
Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
He's letting someone know its time.
in the wrong direction, trying to catch sight
he turned in the wrong direction trying grab the ball
who looks stunned and nailed to the floor
he was shocked that the ball went passed him so fast that he didn't have enough time to reacct
scissoring past a flat-footed defender
the ball went past the defender who is defending the center person
an underhand pass toward the other guard
he tossed the ball to the person
to the outlet who is already shoveling
the outlet is the player coming around to get the ball
and spinning around to throw a strike
the player turned to throw the ball
from the air like a cherished possession
He is referring to the ball as a cherished possession as if it is valuable.
boxes out his man and times his jump
he boxed out the opposing player and got the rebound
and for once our gangly starting center
the player that starts at center is finally doing something he normally doesn't do
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t drop,
the ball is still there but not falling
A hook shot kisses the rim and
the ball was shot but hasn't went into the hoop yet
Fast Break
something is going to happen and it is going to happen quick
in the many many mornings-after;in the chalk and choke.
She wakes up sad and in a dark place. When she say's choke I picture her crying
I call for youcultivation of strength to heal and enhancein the non-cheering dark,
She want's to be happy with someone and their not getting it so that's why she in a dark place
Overwhat wants to crumble you down, to sickenyou.
Something want's to bring her down.
long blows that you want to give and blows you are going to get
she can't fight back and she really want to overcome the things she is going through
cultivation of victory Over
she is trying to come up from a dark place she is in which will be a Victory
I call for you
She is calling for someone to consult her and comfort her
Where it is dry.Where it is dry.
Does she feel safe in a dark dry place
Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences.
is something making her feel safe.
in the hot paralysis.
she feels stuck in one spot due to the lack of strength she has
in the vertigo cold.
she feels alone?
Dark gardening
when I think of gardening I think of someone digging and planting something so maybe the darkness she is feeling is bringing her down
I call for you cultivation of strength in the dark.
she needs someone to comfort her while she in a dark place
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe ‑Or lay a Prima, mad,And though I had no Gown of Gauze ‑
she thought that she would get hurt and need assistance.
That had I Ballet Knowledge ‑Would put itself abroad
she thinks that the knowledge of ballet will come natural and by itself
A Glee possesseth me,
Something sparked in her that she could do it.
But oftentimes, among my mind,
maybe she thinks about needing someone to guide her.
No Man instructed me ‑
she feels as she doesn't have to depend on a man
I cannot dance opon my Toes
she doesn't feel free?
Let down your bucket Where you are
Don't try to overdo it take it step by step.
He said, Till the soil And learn from the land.
Till you pass? You should learn your way around
Booker T. Was a practical man.
He is turning or attention to Booker T.
“He was white. I would never refer to that cabin, tell him ‘I’m coming to your white trash cabin’ ― and I think you understand why.”
He wouldn't refer to it as white trash because it may come off as racist even though the white man said it himself. But I think if they had a very good relationship then he wouldn't take it too serious.
“My wife with her girlfriends will use the word ‘bitch,’” Coates continued. “I do not join in. I don’t do that ― and perhaps more importantly, I don’t have a desire to do it.”
When he says this I totally understand because most women call each other that when they want to tell each other something or to get their attention about something. And it would be weird if he just budded in on his wife's conversation and used the word.
“Words don’t have a meaning without context,”
This can be true to many people and I would say I agree with it.
He found African-American culture meaningful and glorious and pleasurable and intriguing at a time when not a lot of white people were taking that point of view.
He looked up to the black culture he didnt look down on them like other whites did.
a white man writing a novel that was supposedly sympathetic to black people, but with this title
His book is supposed to be uplifting too black people but the racial slurs can be seen in a disrespectful way maybe.
Bernard has fashioned an account of what she describes as Van Vechten's "black life."
She writes about the impacts he had during the Harlem Renaissance.
Her book doesn't attempt to be a definitive biography of a man
She does not want her book to come off as if she is defending him for his doings.
appalled by Vechten's air of entitlement
She felt mixed emotions about him maybe?
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
People who copies God's path will someday die?
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
God questions why things are the way they are.
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
He knows God is good he has no doubt
We who are dark can see America in a way that white Americans cannot.
Whites will not understand the things that the put people of color through or what they went through
"How is it that an organization like this, a group of radicals trying to bring new things into the world, a fighting organization which has come up out of the blood and dust of battle,
How people are thinking these thing but will not speak up?
Not all of our younger writers are deep enough in the sub-soil of their native materials
When he said this I think he means like kids these days are not willing to dive deep enough to use the stuff that they were taught and write about it.
may reasonably be a fad for others; for us they must be a religion.
Things that people of color went through will always live through them which is why some treat it as a religion maybe? And for other people they may just look over it because they have different opinions on how colored people were treated.
The literature and art of the younger generation already reflects this shift of psychology
The art of the newer generation is not living up too Locke's expectations and it is showing a big difference and he expects to make a change.
in a word must choose art and put aside propaganda.
As he said art was a self-expression so we should choose art so we can express ourselves and put aside propaganda which can be misleading.
saved by its exceptional men
When they say this I think of how people of color today are inspired by many people that have made a change in the African American culture.