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If this is supposed to a curse word, why is it censored when he's already used profanity?
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If this is supposed to a curse word, why is it censored when he's already used profanity?
with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
The form is interesting considering the poem is one long sentence of a continuous thought that doesn't seem like its going to end. New ideas/thoughts keep coming to mind, hence why there's a repetition of "who".
who
Repetition of "who" at the start of various stanzas, then the line breaks after a comma. This stanza however doesn't.
I cannot let you in!
Considering that she doesn't want to give birth to child who would be born into this cruel world, I'm curious why she uses "in" instead of "out"?
How tears and torturing distress May masquerade as happiness:
This reminded me of Helene Johnson's poem, touching on the fact that not everything looks as it seems. The "masquerade" could be consider "trick clothes".
Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul
She uses a lot of warm tones, besides the purple, but all those colors work well with she's speaking about "passion" and "love".
I sit and sew—my heart aches with desire
Is her desire to sit and sew? Though it obviously wearing on the speaker, they're always drawn back to it.
Imagine that! The Sahara desert!
What if the label is also a trick, like the "trick clothes"? Shows how easily it is to believe in something just because it says so.
No one would laugh at him then, I bet.
No one would be laughing because they'd either be dead or scared based on how he looks. Funny how appearances can change someone's view on another.
“Git on back to de yearth, Cause I got de fear, You’se a leetle too dumb, Fo’ to stay up here. . .”
It's ironic how St. Peter's view of Slim changes from the start of the poem to the end. First saying he's "a right good boy" to "too dumb" to be up in heaven.
SANDBURG
I wonder what the emphasis is on Sandburg? Is Sandburg one of these strong men the speaker is talking about?
An’ some jokers keeps deir laughs a-goin’ in de crowded aisles, An’ some folks sits dere waitin’ wid deir aches an’ miseries, Till Ma comes out before dem, a-smilin’ gold-toofed smiles An’ Long Boy ripples minors on de black an’ yellow keys.
Though I found myself fumbling over the words, the Southern Slang really gives a voice and overall tone to the speaker.
“Harlem”
I find it interesting that this poem is full of questions and each question has a simile in it, expect for the last one.
“I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can’t be satisfied– I ain’t happy no mo’ And I wish that I had died.”

I felt this Jacob Lawrence painting was very fitting in terms of death, considering the men are carrying a coffin and Hughes says "And I wish that I had died.". I also thought that "Weary Blues" went well because most of painting is blue and it gives a sad atmosphere.
Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then.

This part reminded me of Aaron Douglas's painting "The Judgement Day". Due to the title of the painting itself, it sounded very fitting. The narrator comparing himself to 'they" and how he values himself and won't let his worth be judged by others.
Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?
This stanza reminds me of Edvard Munch's "Two Beings", as if the painting is being seen from the narrator's POV. The black figure could be seen as the third person who is unidentifiable.

Burning burning burning burning O Lord Thou pluckest me out O Lord Thou pluckest burning
(http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/gertrude-stein/)
This reminds me of Gertrude Stein's poem, the repetition of the same word in a single line. Also the way its formatted, an example from Stein's: "Neatness. / Neatness Neatness. / Excellent cording. / Excellent cording short close."
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
The speaker seems delighted to say "goodnight", its very exaggerated. Also an interesting transition from "hurry up please its time" to "goodnight".
“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” Nothing again nothing.
The speaker seems very paranoid, possibly delusional considering that they are asking what the wind is doing, then following with "nothing again nothing" as if there was something else heard.
Unreal City Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Used the same line from the first section, except now its "noon" instead of "dawn", time doesn't seem to change this city.
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence
I wonder if spring brings back bad memories, like this one, for the narrator? Considering the first line from the first stanza "April is the cruellest month".
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
I wonder if this relates back to the second stanza about the "hyacinth girl"?
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I like the imagery here, the movement of the shadow. A person's day is constantly in motion hence why the shadow is behind them compared to the night where it's still or in front.
Pale. Pale. Pale. Pale. Pale. Pale. Pale.
Interesting how the repetition changes here, separate lines instead of doing "Pale pale pale.." in one line.
Pause.
I wonder if this supposed to be said or acted, mixing between playwright and poetry.
Which is pretty which is pretty which is pretty.
The more I read these lines, where the same word/phrase is repeated, the words begin to slur together. Sometimes it sounds like a different word or phrase.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
The words "apparition" and "black" give this poem a mysterious/dreary tone despite it's length.
“To Elsie”
I wonder what the relationship is between Williams and Elise, if there is one? He seems to know a great deal about her background and struggles.
“This is just to say”
This poem is very ironic considering the narrator is trying to apologize, though it's dishonest and they speak of the plums desirably. What was the point of saying anything at all?
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
She seems conflicted about her feelings of love, "might". What's holding her back?
May pierce me–does the rose regret The day she did her armour on?
Possible love interest, but she regrets being protective of herself from a man that wasn't going to hurt her?
Strive not to speak, poor scattered mouth; I know.
She sounds spiteful in this line, like she's had a enough of whoever this man was. Maybe a reason why no one mourns him.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
I've always known Frost to reference to nature, and its very true that the woods are an escape (for some) from daily relentless life. Though he has "promises to keep", its nice to take a detour.
“Good fences make good neighbors.”
I find this ironic, given that the neighbor is stubborn and doesn't take interest to others, yet this sentence sounds so positive.
It takes life to love Life.
Has "Life" become it's own entity? What kind of other life takes to love it?
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Saying that love is a beautiful thing like that of the rose, but doesn't last or briefly loses its luster.
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;
The child and jug are both fragile things. He sounds fearful that he'll end up breaking, "trembling care".
And you that ache so much to be sublime,
Does he want us to envy these clerks?
The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing.
I feel that the wallpaper is a reflection of herself, which creates the "double". She's putting all this emotion repeatedly into this wallpaper, which is now being personified similarly to how she feels. Ultimately, this doesn't give her any relief worsening her condition.
The bright ideals of the past,—physical freedom, political power, the training of brains and the training of hands,—all these in turn have waxed and waned, until even the last grows dim and overcast.
I find that using "waxed" and "waned" was an interesting way to represent the imagery, what comes to mind is the different moon phases and how these ideals don't last very long just as Du Bois says that they "dim" and become "overcast".
the dynamo was not so human as some, but it was the most expressive.
I find it ironic that the dynamo is being considered "human" and "expressive" during Adam's time, considering that today where technology/machinery are overrunning and comparable to human capabilities. I wonder if we would consider them more "human" now than before?