Or they could have none of that: it doesn't matter. As you like it
I like the whole contrast of this. It’s bringing equality to both sides.
Or they could have none of that: it doesn't matter. As you like it
I like the whole contrast of this. It’s bringing equality to both sides.
he terms are strict and absolute
Who created these terms? And when?
he application of those two sentences to this story, and to science fiction, and to all thinking about the future, is quite direct. Ideals as "the probable causes of future experience"—that is a subtle and an exhilarating remark
I feel like this really relates to La Guin’s pieces. The concept of science fiction and the future.
little light seeps in dustily between cracks in the boards, secondhand from a cobwebbed window somewhere across the cellar
A sign of hope maybe?
Happiness is based on a just discrimination of what is necessary, what is neither necessary nor destructive, and what is destructive
I LOVE THIS. This is really a great line. It captures the essence of what this piece is trying to say.
For instance, how about technology?
YES PLEASE
We have almost lost hold; we can no lon
Such a heart breaking line.
The air of morning was soclear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire across themiles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. T
This is such a beautiful line. I love the imagery use!
he rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-growngardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public building
Great use of imagery here. I think it really sets the tone for the whole setting.
Then into it he blew the breath of life, And man became a living soul. Amen. Amen.
THis really shows how God is within all of us. this whole poem was amazing, and I loved every bit of it.
He looked on his world With all its living things, And God said: I'm lonely still.
He had a beautiful world, but it was not complete without his humans.
nd he spat out the seven seas –
The humor and playfulness the author uses is amazing.
And God said: That's good!
I love the repetition of this line.
God gathered it up in a shining ball And flung it against the darkness, Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
I can just see this happening to the night sky. The imagery is beautiful.
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands, And God rolled the light around in his hands Until he made the sun;
I love the imagery of this. It reminds me of when we would use play doh to make the round balls. I can see God doing this to the light to form the Sun
And God said: That's good!
Such a simple yet amazing comment for what he has began to create.
"The Creation"
The creation of Earth?
Like to an ash–stained hearth When all its fires are spent; Like to an autumn wood By storm winds rudely shent,—
This is the fire that I mentioned. It was burning so bright, but a match can only be lit for so long.
And now without a ray My cheerless life drags on.
There is no sunshine here, only dark voids.
Life’s music beats for me A melancholy strain.
It reminds me of one of those songs that keeps trying to find the right not but strains to hit it.
Forgetting that I bear A pain beyond my years.
I feel like this is something that a lot of teenagers or younger generations can understand. Because we are so young, we aren't expected to feel such pain, but we can. We can experience life changing moments that ruin us. We are human too.
So sadly goes my heart, Unclothed of hope and peace; It asks not joy again, But only seeks release.
This really shows the human soul being pushed past its limit. It shows how this soul has kept fighting through every fire, but it finally burned out to the point where all it wants is to be content.
She turned from the sea with a woman’s grace, And the light fell soft on her upturned face,
Such a delicate and beautiful line.
The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky,
Everything is described as gray in order to show the true color and light in his life.
The gleam on the waves and the light on the land, A thrill in my heart,—and—my sweetheart’s hand.
Again, it is the simple moments that you share with a loved one that make the biggest impacts.
But into her face there came a flame:— I wonder could she have been thinking the same?
Reminds me of the quote from Wuthering Heights "She burned too bright for this world."She is aching and burning for this moment as well.
And I thought of the flood–tide of infinite bliss That would flow to my heart from a single kiss.
I love this because it comes from a man's perspective of love. Very similar in the sense of Annabel Lee to me. It reminds me of a first love and the memories made from this. The want for freedom with you other half.
From bards who from thy root shall spring, and proudly tune their lyres to sing Of Ethiopia's glory.
Pride for the homeland that they were reunited with again.
No other race, when free again, Forgot the past and proved them men So noble in forgiving.
The slaves cannot forget their past but instead move forward in hope of it not repeating itself.
And truth shall lift them higher.
The truth will set you free.
Be proud, my race, in mind and soul;
Be proud of the skin you were born in.
the hymns they sing Up to the skies in beauty ring, And bolder grow each hour.
I always love the involvement of music because it shows so much emotion.
The plant of freedom upward sprung, And spred its leaves so fresh and young— Its blossoms now are blowing.
This signifies hope for the future of Ethiopia. That she gains her people back and can care for them again.
I know the pangs which thou didst feel, When Slavery crushed thee with its heel, With thy dear blood all gory.
This country was home to many people, and now it does not feel home to any because all of its people were taken away.
And ever the man he rides me hard, And never a night stays he; For I feel his curse as a haunted bough, On the trunk of a haunted tree.
It holds the haunting pain of know that it was the last thing to hold that man's body and breath. He feels guilt for not being able to protect him, and he is constantly seen everyday without anybody knowing his story.
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead, From the curse of a guiltless man.
Again, the innocent are found guilty by people who do not care.
I feel the rope against my bark, And the weight of him in my grain, I feel in the throe of his final woe The touch of my own last pain.
Lynching?
Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black, And the doctor one of white,
WOW. This had me shook. I love the mask metaphors connected with the race.
As they halt my trunk beside.
Trees are known to hold wisdom for them being here longer than us, so I like how this is told from the point of view of a tree.
They have no care for his innocence, And the rope they bear is long."
This just shows that even if innocent, the color of one's skin declared guilt or not.
Oh, why does the dog howl all night long, And why does the night wind wail?
This can describe the depth of the dark times that the people went through. Night can often be associated with wailing or sadness.
They'd charged him with the old, old crime, And set him fast in jail:
This reminds me of the 13 documentary we are watching, and how most black people were framed with drugs or small crimes in order to be sent to jail.
My leaves were green as the best, I trow, And sap ran free in my veins, But I saw in the moonlight dim and weird A guiltless victim's pains.
This can explain how although the slaves were freed, they we still trapped under America's twisted words.
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
This line shows the hope that the slaves have for their future and their trust in God.
When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee,
This reminds me of the constant humming we hear in the 1619 podcast. The sound of the slave songs.
Sympathy
Sympathy, as opposed to empathy, is when one has experienced something similar to what the person in sorrow feels.
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting— I know why he beats his wing!
This is a line that shows how this bird has continued to fly even after being beaten and broken.
I know why the caged bird
The repetition of this line shows the sympathy that this person feels for the slaves or black community.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
Caged bird could be in relation to slaves or even just people of the black community and how they feel trapped beneath the racism of America.
Sympathy
By the looks of the title, it seems as though this poem will be about feeling pity or sadness towards someone in relation to how they are feeling.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
This line in itself is so heartbreaking. It can show the slaves struggle of having to accept what they have been through with a smile.
Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.
I could see this in relation to how the world likes to cover up the negative issues. We only see what they want us to see which here can be seen as the mask.
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.
This can show the human instinct of hiding our true negative emotions with happy ones. We often put up a front as humans to hide what we are truly feeling in order not to burden others.
Was it merely fancy on the wife's part, or did the husband really sigh,—a long, quivering breath of remembrance?[Pg 18]
This ending was really unsatisfying. It lead nowhere for me, and I cannot seem to find the significance of it.
Throw them into the fire.
Fire? Hell?
How could I ever send such sentimental trash to any one?
Sometimes people cannot appreciate the simply love of God or even notice the love.
To-day she kneels at the throne of heaven, where one year ago she had communed at an earthly altar.
To accept God into your heart is such a beautiful moment in everyone's life.
young face pressed against the satin-lined casket. Slender, white fingers, idle now, they that had never known rest; locked softly over a bunch of violets; violets and tube-roses in her soft, brown hair, violets in the bosom of her long, white gown; violets and tube-roses and orange-blossoms banked everywhere, until the air was filled with the ascending souls of the human flowers.
Love. Love is found all around her as she leaves the earth to go be with her savior.
One long,[Pg 16] golden sunbeam steals silently into the white-curtained window of a quiet room, and lay athwart a sleeping face
This imagery gave me chills. The description of the light which could relate to love of God.
. Keep them always in remembrance of me, and if aught should occur to separate us, press these flowers to your lips, and I will be with you in spirit, permeating your heart with unutterable love and happiness."
This is such a great way to show one's connection with God. It can mean that in times of loss, God can always be found and give love to those in need.
"Dear, I send you this little bunch of flowers as my Easter token. Perhaps you may not be able to read their meaning, so I'll tell you. Violets, you know,[Pg 14] are my favorite flowers. Dear, little, human-faced things! They seem always as if about to whisper a love-word; and then they signify that thought which passes always between you and me. The orange blossoms—you know their meaning; the little pinks are the flowers you love; the evergreen leaf is the symbol of the endurance of our affection; the tube-roses I put in, because once when you kissed and pressed me close in your arms, I had a bunch of tube-roses on my bosom, and the heavy fragrance of their crushed loveliness has always lived in my memory.
I love this connection to the violets. It shows a connection between the human soul and nature. It also can relate to the first line that can mean she tied her hair with love.
Free, free as the sunshine
I love this line. It brings true happiness to the word free.
and sets his face toward the Morning, and goes his way.
A new beginning? Maybe a relation to the first stanza?
But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.
I LOVE THIS. This is what the world is about. Looking at human souls instead of human skin colors.
but home is unknown.
Ugh, this makes me so sad that some of these slaves didn't even know where home was.
My soul wants something that's new, that's new
Freedom? Respect?
In these songs, I have said, the slave spoke to the world. Such a message is naturally veiled and half articulate. Words and music have lost each other and new and cant phrases of a dimly understood theology have displaced the older sentiment.
This just goes to show that the only way the slaves felt like they could be heard was through their music. It was something that they all bonded over and decided to use that as their communication. No one would ever listen to them talk but would become interested with a song.
trumpet sound
This is seen in the Bible quite a bit, so I could probably see this as a reference to God and the hope that was brought when facing near death experiences.
They are the music of an unhappy people, of the children of disappointment; they tell of death and suffering and unvoiced longing toward a truer world, of misty wanderings and hidden ways.
This really shows what music is about. It is not about the happy parts all of the time. No, music is meant to speak for the soul whether it is the worst time of your life or the best.
I know that these songs are the articulate message of the slave to the world. They tell us in these eager days that life was joyous to the black slave, careless and happy.
This brings me back to the podcast we listened to about music. Music for the slaves was an outlet where they could forget reality for a little bit. It was even in the hardest of times that they found a way to be happy.
ever the magic of their song kept thrilling hearts
Music is something that everyone can relate to. It holds so many emotions and stories, that these songs that these people sang raised hope and inspiration.
Their appearance was uncouth, their language funny, but their hearts were human and their singing stirred men with a mighty power.
I love this line because it shows the depth of the human soul. It is not about appearance or pronunciation in this world, it is about the soul and how you choose to use your song and let it be heard.
I walk through the churchyard To lay this body down; I know moon–rise, I know star–rise; I walk in the moonlight, I walk in the starlight; I'll lie in the grave and stretch out my arms, I'll go to judgment in the evening of the day, And my soul and thy soul shall meet that day, When I lay this body down.
This beginning stanza seems very out of body experience to me. I do not know whether it is metaphorically his funeral like rebirth into a new part of his life, or his literal funeral.
I whiten my black men—I blacken my white!
Again, I love the contrast.
I am daubing God in night, I am swabbing Hell in white:
Love the contrast here between light and dark with Heaven and Hell.
I am the Smoke King, I am black.
I love the repetition. Smoke is everywhere, and I believe the writer is trying to say that there is no getting rid of the black community. They are here to stay.
I am wreathing broken hearts, I am sheathing love’s light darts;
He is speaking to his family, and how he knows what they have all been through. However, he knows how strong they all are.
I am black!
This line is so confident. It speaks so much power.
I am whirling home to God;
I do like how this line portrays the black communities' faith in God. I love the love that they have for God, and they aren't afraid to show it.
The Song of the Smoke
I feel as though this song/poem is all about black empowerment. It does not bring up the bad moments, but the proud moments.
Well this story has no moral And this story has got no end Well the story just goes to show you women That there ain’t no good in men He was her man, but he done her wrong
I love the ending of this compared to actual song because of the different repercussions that were faced. I also just like how blunt the ending stanza is.
Them bullets hurt me so, I was your man, but I done you wrong"
This is crazy, but for some reason I love it.
She didn't go there for fun Frankie went home to get a-hold Of Johnny's shooting gun
WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO?
He was my man, but he done me wrong"
It is so sad to see that she found out the truth.
"Well, I don't want to cause you no trouble And I don't want to tell you no lies But I seen your man about an hour ago With that high-browed Nellie Bly He was your man, I think he's doing you wrong"
Although this isn't the happiest of lines, it still shows so much emotion. Also, screw Johnny for cheating.
Frankie and Johnny were lovers Oh lordy, how they could love Swore to be true to each other Just as true as the stars above He was her man, but he done her wrong
I definitely believe that that this is what music is about, telling true stories that have meaning. I feel as though we have lost this type of music that actually go through a whole story that has meaning.
No more driver's lash f
Is this a metaphor for the whip?
No more pint of salt for me
I believe a pint of salt is a term of money or allowance. This could mean that the artist no longer has to receive small amounts of money and make their own money that is enough to make a living.
No more auction block for meNo more, no more
This is a very strong beginning for the song. However, I wonder what else this line could have meant. I saw it as someone who is free from slavery and will no longer face being sold.
I do not believe that any state should make a law that permits an ignorant and poverty-stricken white man to vote, and prevents a black man in the same condition from voting. Such a law is not only unjust, but it will react, as all unjust laws do, in time; for the effect of such a law is to encourage
Exactly. Why does the color of one's skin decide whether they can vote or not.
In conclusion, may I repeat that nothing in thirty years has given us more hope and encouragement, and drawn us so near to you of the white race, as this opportunity offered by the Exposition; and here bending, as it were, over the altar that represents the results of the struggles of your race and mine, both starting practically empty-handed three decades ago, I pledge that in your effort to work out the great and intricate problem which God has laid at the doors of the South, you shall have at all times the patient, sympathetic help of my race; only let this be constantly in mind, that, while from representations in these buildings of the product of field, of forest, of mine, of factory, letters, and art, much good will come, yet far above and beyond material benefits will be that higher good, that, let us pray God, will come, in a blotting out of sectional differences and racial animosities and suspicions, in a determination to administer absolute justice, in a willing obedience among all classes to the mandates of law. This, this, coupled with our Page 225 material prosperity, will bring into our beloved South a new heaven and a new earth
This whole paragraph was so beautifully written, and I love how they were not afraid to show their love for God and hope for the future.
I was one of the happiest souls on earth. The sweeping of that room was my college examination, and never did any youth pass an examination for entrance into Harvard or Yale that gave him more genuine satisfaction. I have passed several examinations since then, but I have always felt that this was the best one I ever passed.
:) this line made me so happy.
When I first went to Hampton I do not recall that I had ever slept in a bed that had two sheets Page 61 on it.
This line was so heart breaking.
They had spent the best days of their lives in slavery, and hardly expected to live to see the time when they would see a member of their race leave home to attend a boarding-school.
This line was so sad yet very inspiring. It kind of gives me hope for our future. The older slaves in this never imagined that world, yet it happened.
This I have said here, not to call attention to myself as an individual, but to the race to which I am proud to belong.
YES. LOVE THE SKIN YOU WERE BORN IN. YES
n those days, and later as a young man, I used to try to picture in my imagination the feelings and ambitions of a white boy with absolutely no limit placed upon his aspirations and activities. I used to envy the white boy who had no obstacles placed in the way of his becoming a Congressman, Governor, Bishop, or President by reason of the accident of his birth or race.
It is so sad to know that he would try to picture himself as a different race because that race was treated better than his own. Race should have nothing to do with success.
Finally the war closed, and the day of freedom came. It was a momentous and eventful day to all upon our plantation. We had been expecting it. Freedom was in the air, and had been for months.
FINALLY. Finally they are granted the very thing they had been aching for for years.
This is not true. I have never seen one who did not want to be free, or one who would return to slavery.
We live in a country that preaches freedom. This is one promise our country tries to keep, so I agree with Washington here. Everyone wants freedom and rights, we deserve them.
So far as I can now recall, the first knowledge that I got of the fact that we were slaves, and that freedom of the slaves was being discussed, was early one morning before day, when I was awakened by my mother kneeling over her children and fervently praying that Lincoln and his armies might be successful, and that one day she and her children might be free.
I hate that this is was even written. It just goes to show that these people were treated so badly, no education, no knowledge of where they came from, and they constantly pray to be free. A land of the free, yet people are praying to free.
The early years of my life, which were spent in the little cabin, were not very different from those of thousands of other slaves.
Again, this ties into the sadness that these people were born into. They all lived a life of constant torture and judgement.
Of my ancestry I know almost nothing
It is so sad to know that this how most slaves lived, without knowing anything about their lives or ancestor's lives.
My life had its beginning in the midst of the most miserable, desolate, and discouraging surroundings
This line really shows just how horrible slaves lived. They were born into sadness without a chance of finding happiness. It was almost as if from the beginning, they were shown a miserable life with no hope.
“Poor thing. She never hurt a soul. What beasts they are.”
This. THIS WAS POWERFUL.
and lined her own womb with cement to make a graveyard for our children.
WOW. This really does describe just how women are treated and seen in society. Especially women of color.
only the color
facepalm
A policeman who shot down a ten year old in Queens stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and there are tapes to prove it.
Gosh, I hate how relevant this is. I hate that this is something we would read on the header of a twitter article. It is such a disgusting image.
trying to make power out of hatred and destruction
I love this line because it simply cannot work. Power should not derive from hate or revenge. It should build off of confidence and strength.
The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children.
I feel like often times, people don;t understand poets and their words. They can never fully differentiate whether or not something is symbolic or literal. I like how this line detailed that in a simple matter. It is all about holding your own tongue and hurting yourself or speaking up and hurting others.
make an outline out of me.
This line reminded me of labeling and how often times we associate ourselves with words whether it be our fight motive or our flight motive.
but words were the only way I ever knew how to fight.
MY HEART. I feel like this speaks to a lot of people who never physically learned how hurtful life can be but experienced the mental side instead.
We didn’t say certain words in my home because we were told they could hurt people,
WOW. This line really spoke to me because we don't often see this type of thinking in this day in age.
so I used my fingers to trace an outline in the air
Love this loophole. I am sad to think that I never thought of this as a kid.
My favorite part of class was always the spelling bee. One by one children would slip on syllables until there were only a few of us left.
I don't know why, but this stanza made me think of natural selection. Maybe I am crazy though.
nd for every kindstranger, there is one who would break you
This line really opened my eyes alongside the bird quote. It shows the yin and yang of every situation. Which part do people actually pay attention to?
This place could be beautiful,right? You could make this place beautiful.
I love this. It shows how our world could be so beautiful, yet we choose to only focus on the horrible parts. We could fix our Earth, yet we decided the list all her imperfections. This world could be beautiful, but it is up to us to show that.
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
I feel like the author explains here how we often waste our lives away worrying of the materialistic things, and we do not spend time to focus on the important things instead.
Maybe I can't find the proper way to rebel or damn it, I can't leave. I want to, but you grow inside of me. 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.
I really feel like this ending shows how some of us fear bringing children into this stale country. There is so much bad happening that can be controlled, but yet it is still a nightmare. I believe the author used a smart use of words in this to show the fear of bringing a new life into a scary country. Going alongside her pattern of asking questions, I can almost see her wanting to end this with, "Who would want to bring a new life into this world?"
What does it mean to be older
Wow. I don't even know how to answer this.
an't feel the tree growing under your feet,
This line really had me thinking about the fact that there is so much that changes or happens around us yet we never notice it.
Who needs to be at peace in the world?
This is a very interesting way to start this reading because I feel like peace is something everyone craves the world obtains.
breaking up from the dry ground to pinch the meat of their young red tongues.
I kind of read this as the opposite version of the stick and stones quotes. Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
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.
I liked the insertion of this here because it shows how often times younger children do not open their mouths in fear of what they might say. The way this teacher teaches these student can help them learn to stand up and speak up in times of need.
I wonder if these sixth graders will recollect, on summer vacation, as they stretch their legs on the way home
I like this visual because it shows how often times, students forget what they learned the past year over summer break. They are more carefree and don't really pay attention to what they learned.
I use a trick to teach students how to avoid passive voice. Circle the verbs. Imagine inserting “by zombies” after each one.
This had me cracking up. It bring humor into a very serious topic, but at the same time it makes so much sense.
So much is stunted in understanding of what a light can be
I feel like this line details how society always tend to focus on the dark and gloomy times to come instead of opening up their eyes and appreciating what is around them.
We'll have 35 apples and shrieking in the thickets
This could probably symbolize the fact that if we lose nature, we lose animals and all sources of food. We would have to make what we have in our hands work.
They're selling trees in the paint store! trees in the paint store
I feel like the author is talking of how we are killing one of the only things that keep us alive, nature. Saying that we don't appreciate it for our lives but for money instead.
I saw a shooting star thru a window on Alcatraz Ave
This line could talk of how we all wish on shooting stars, but this wish has become completely avoided and unappreciated.
What was popular music like before the crisis?
I feel like this line details how music is such an important part of our lives that we tend to talk of all the crisis that is around us. It asks what music was like before the crisis, but the real question is, was there ever a time with no crisis?
ut she will never cease to track them till beyond mortal vision.
Her story will still live on with her spirit.
Herself was burden enough; who would have an additional one?
It saddens me how this she is perceived here. Yes, she has baggage, but everyone carries their own baggage.
Nothing new under the sun.
Shows the lack of change in the life. It has become a routine where everything is the same.
She started without delay. Before she reached her destination, a letter came to the parents announcing her death.
This whole line is so emotional. It shows how unexpectedly these deaths happen and how quickly they do, as well.
Neath the billows of the ocean, Hidden treasures wait the hand, That again to light shall raise them With the diver's magic wand.
Water to me personally always signifies change, and I feel as though here she is trying to describe that longing and waiting for a change. She has been facing death after death, and she wants to finally have a time with no more death.
"I'll beat the money out of her, if I can't get her worth any other way,"
This line shows just how much the black community was seen as objects.
Nig was in truth suffering much; her feelings were very intense on any subject, when once aroused. She read her Bible carefully, and as often as an opportunity presented, which was when entirely secluded in her own apartment, or by Aunt Abby's side, who kindly directed her to Christ, and instructed her in the way of salvation.
This shows just how much of a mental toll that the way black people were treated affected them. The only way they could find guidance was with God, but at the same time, they still had their doubts and insecurities.
"Other cares engross me, and my tired soul with emulative haste, Looks to its God."
The spirit of this light shows the faith in God and hope for help to come in the time of need.
Oh! did we but know of the shadows so nigh, The world would indeed be a prison of gloom;
This line really showed how some people in this time viewed life as a prison with no hope of being free.
black devils
Even the words used to describe black people is repulsive.
She was now expelled from companionship with white people; this last step—her union with a black—was the climax of repulsion
This line infuriates me. It really shows the segregation in the country and the prejudice that lives within it.
Misery! we have known each other, Like a sister and a brother, Living in the same lone home Many years—we must live some Hours or ages yet to come.
Again, I love the additions of poetry throughout this story. I like how this poem specifically designates personification to the word misery making seem almost as a human. It talks of the lonely nights with misery, the constant reminders of it.
I'll help you, if nobody else will."
I love this line because it shows the pure and goodness that is still left in this world.
Oh, Grief beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared to die; Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken!
I love the addition of a poem before the first chapter. It really draws in the reader and captures the essence of the emotion as well. This poem talks about the pain of heartbreak which I can imagine is showed a lot throughout this story.
The mighty hand of God shall breakAnd spurn the base control
God will take over and lead the way.
Thy bleeding hands abroad;Thy cry of agony shall reachAnd find the throne of God.
The ending shows hope and glory to those who have worked and bled for their freedom.
Upon the dark, despairing browShall play a smile of peace;
This shows how even in the darkness, there will always be a little light.
Redeemed from dust, and freed from chains,Her sons shall lift their eyes;From lofty hills and verdant plainsShall shouts of triumph rise.
This shows the power in freedom and the glory that comes with it.
Go read on the tombstones of nations
This line is so powerful and can almost refer to the saying of how you are worth more dead than alive.
And women heart-stricken are weeping Over their tortured and their slain.
The women slave endured a lot of pain throughout their times of slavery. Some were raped, and some had to watch their children be ripped away from their own two hands.
For beasts you have gentle compassion; Your mercy and pity they share. For the wretched, outcast and fallen You have tenderness, love and care
This is so tragically beautiful, but I have yet to figure out its true meaning here. It does spark a powerful poem though.
You can sorrow o'er little children Disinherited from their birth, The wee waifs and toddlers neglected, Robbed of sunshine, music and mirth.
This line can refer to the slave children who had their childhoods ripped from them and were never given a normal child's life.
Oh! poverty, danger and death she can brave, For the child of her love is no longer a slave!
Beautiful and so much hope within this last sentence. She and her child are both free from the horrible life they were to live, but now they can start a new brighter life.
In agony close to her bosom she press’d The life of her heart, the child of her breast:— Oh! love from its tenderness gathering might, Had strengthen’d her soul for the dangers of flight.
She lives this life and proceeds with what she is doing in order to protect her child. Her child gives her strength and determination to live and find a better life.
A woman whose crime is the hue of her face?
Wow. This line was so powerful. It just proves that stereotyping and judgement continue to be a reoccurring event in today's world.
Oh! how shall I speak of my proud country’s shame?
This whole line speaks for itself. A proud country that holds shameful secrets. Heartbreaking that it is still relevant today.
His love has been a joyous light That o’er her pathway smiled,
It was love that brought them both together, and the mother found love within her son's love.
He is not hers, although she bore For him a mother’s pains; He is not hers, although her blood Is coursing through his veins!
The boy was more owned by the slave masters than he was the child of his mother. This is so sad to believe because she held him in her womb for nine months, yet some man who claims to be his owner is the one who has the full rights over him.
No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks Disturb the listening air:She is a mother, and her heart Is breaking in despair.
This ending just goes to show that not ever ending is happy. It shows the sad and heartbreaking parts of being a mother in this condition.
They tear him from her circling arms, Her last and fond embrace.Oh! never more may her sad eyes Gaze on his mournful face.
This stanza details the last moments this mother gets to spend with her son. The author really did a great job showing the emotion that was brought with this action.
And left the palace of the King, Proud of her spotless name -- A woman who could bend to grief, But would not bow to shame.
Strong ending. It proved how she would not let a man dictate her future or her name. She was no ashamed of who she was, and she stuck up for herself.
She heard again the King's command, And left her high estate; Strong in her earnest womanhood, She calmly met her fate,
This was a powerful moment in the poem. It showed her determination to do what she felt was right even if others thought it was wrong.
Yes, blame me for my downward course, But oh! remember well, Within your homes you press the hand That led me down to hell.
This whole stanza is so important to the poem. It shows that people often times men put the blame on women for certain misfortune, yet they were the ones who pushed that woman to her breaking point.
Do you blame me that I loved him?
Such a powerful yet heartbreaking opening. It really shows the lives that women faced and suffered through when it came to gender equality. To have to justify a love for someone is so heartbreaking especially in this poem.
Can you blame me that my heart grew cold That the tempted, tempter turned; When he was feted and caressed And I was coldly spurned?
This line shows the difference in treatment between men and women. Men were the prized possessions whereas women were seen as the third place prize.
And what is wrong in woman’s life In man’s cannot be right.
I love the ending to this. I believe that it shows how strong women are. It really sets the piece into an uprising, and I like how the ending does not die down into a small simple sentence, but instead grows into a great powerful sentence that is timeless.
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.
This line shows that love from God has no gender. It teaches that all of us are equal in the eyes of the Lord no matter what our gender is.
Whatever storms may round him lower, Strikes boldly for the true and right.
So powerful. I love how this poem ends with hope and strength. It really shows that no matter the storms that come our way, we are still going to fight for the truth and the right to be free. Absolutely amazing.
Loving the right, detesting wrong, And seeking the eternal good
This line was beautifully written. It shows how it is okay to love the good things, but also to acknowledge the bad things in life and look for a light within them.
But trusting in the aid of Heaven,
This line is one that I believe every believer has felt. It is the moment of not knowing the outcome of something or the consequences that may come with it, but it is the trust in God that we always end up following. It is trusting the unknown that we follow and preach. The aid that is to come, and the good that is to be brought. I love this line and its simplicity. A moment this strong needs a little bit of simplicity.
When the bright face of fortune smiles Upon his path with cheering ray,
This line details the hope that is always brought with God. It shows the good and bright love that God always has to offer and especially in times on need.
And dare be honest though he dies; Who cares not for the world’s applause,
I love this opening. It really grabs the attention of the audience and leaves them questioning about the poem. I especially loved the ending line here and the confidence it shows. It really portrays bravery and self awareness,
In freedom's cause their voices raise, And burst the bonds of every slave; Till, north and south, and east and west, The wrongs we bear shall be redressed.
I love this ending. It brings a more positive side to the poem. It shows how in the end, we will still fight for what is right. That we will let the wrongs stay in the past and write new stories that show equality and hope.
And hopes too bright to be enjoyed,
This line reminds me of how sometimes, we only worry of the future. Everyone always says to live in the moment, but are we really? I constantly worry for our future and hope for something that seems too good to be true. In our world today, I feel as though we can never really catch our breath. We are constantly worried about the next day, year, or even five minutes.
Seen free-born men, uncharged with crime, Consigned unto a slaver's pen,— Or thrust into a prison cell, With thieves and murderers to dwell— While that same flag whose stripes and stars Had been their guide through freedom's wars
This is a timeless stanza I would say because of how relevant it was years past and still is today. No one in America is truly born free. I say this because there is always a finger to point, and yes some people have my privilege than others, but isn't this the land of the free?? Why are words like this still relevant? Why do these words make me want to cry? Why can we not practice what we preach?
America, it is to thee, Thou boasted land of liberty,— It is to thee I raise my song, Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong. It is to thee, my native land, From whence has issued many a band To tear the black man from his soil, And force him here to delve and toil; Chained on your blood-bemoistened sod, Cringing beneath a tyrant's rod, Stripped of those rights which Nature's God
This whole opening comes off very sarcastic yet serious at the same time. Whitfield details how America truly is by using its own words against it. He expresses almost an expectation versus reality type of structure, describing the glamorous land of the free but revealing the terrifying land of blood, and crime, and wrong.
Urban Affection
Such an eye opening poem that I feel will be relevant for decades.
We still live in an America where America still lives in us
Chills. Absolute chills from this line.
We still live in an America where not everyone can appreciate the beauty of immigration, crowded streets, brutal differences, urban affection
Again, no one can be accepted without being judged first. Why?
We still live in an America where books cannot prevent war and the sick and wounded need healing
It’s as if people read but do not listen.
e still live in an America where everything from thieves to dwarfs to fog to beetles deserve validity
EXACTLY! Everything and everyone requires confirmation. No one can just live freely without the fear of judgement.
We still live in an America where rotting leaves, tufts of straw, and debris are found in more homes than poetry books
Such a beautiful yet hauntingly true line. Gives me chills to know that this is the world we live in today.
You have no rights we are bound to respect
But aren’t we citizens? Humans? We deserve respect.
You were detained for interrogation because you fit the profile
This is the country we live in today. People are constantly stereotyped based on their looks. No one ever would ever take a double look at someone who fits this “description.”
In the event of a loss, you’d better look out for yourself
How is even acceptable?
If you cannot understand English, you will be moved out of the way.
Again, how can one be treated so badly based on the language they are native to?
We are not responsible for your lost or stolen relatives
Shocks me how relevant this line is for today’s world. The amount of people being taken away from relatives continues to break my heart. The country we live in has stolen so many things from us including the people we love.
Because you still listen, because in times like these to have you listen at all, it's necessary to talk about trees.
This poem was obviously vague to have the reader keep reading, and in the end, the trick worked. The author wanted to be heard and did everything they could whether it meant talking of trees or not.
And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you anything?
Distrust? Maybe?
I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods meeting the unmarked strip of light— ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise: I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.
This whole stanza reminds me of when a child tells a secret that they know wasn't meant to be told, so they don't let any information out and wait for it to be erased or forgotten. It is like the country is hiding a secret that is waiting to be erased.
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
This line depicts the slow and sad death of the country. It shows all the pain that is hidden within the dark that slowly starts to creep and come out.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
I love this repetition. It shows the importance of the poem and how the author wanted to stress that someone slaves weren't free and died trying to receive their freedom. So heartbreaking.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
This is such a heartbreaking line that details all the hope that most of the slaves endure during their time of enslavement.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
This shows how the ones who are free only focus on the sky above and ahead instead of the ones who are behind and suffering.
sings of freedom.
Confirmation of my response above.
of things unknown but longed for still
This could indicate freedom that is not promised but longed for by the slaves. It especially shows the passion and hope of one who might be longing for the freedom.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
This whole stanza can be seen as one who is enslaved and watching from the inside. However, they do not let the bars and pain take hold of them and still proceed to sing their song of freedom.
and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
This shows the attitude of free people. They take off with the wind without a care in the world of who is left on the ground and try to claim something that does not solely belong to them.
Caged Bird
I feel as though this whole poem can be seen as the contrast between people who were free and people who were enslaved. Birds are often a sign of change and hope in literature, so the representation of the caged bird shows hope or change that is struggling to break free.
THE SLAVE WHO DARED TO FEEL LIKE A MAN.
I love this title because it shows bravery and courage within the slaves. The title is empowering and inspiration.
She had forgotten that it was a crime for a slave to tell who was the father of her child.
This surprised me because I never knew that this was even a rule to be followed.