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  1. Oct 2020
    1. Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —

      Emily here wondering why we do looking for proofs for what we believe instead just following the religion. Also she thinks people do that to feel shortly satisfy but if they really want to know the truth we need to look for it.

      I like her comparison “Too bright for our infirm Delight”. Because we as human beings do not know the truth, we believe in the religion because physiology it represents the light in our dark busy life.

    2. This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —

      "This World is not a Conclusion" Emily Dickinson Wrote this sentence in the beginning as a hint to get the reader's attention. That Means the world does not have one rule or one way to live it, every person has his/her own life with different circumstances and different tools to handle it. So do not compare your own life to somebody else. And do not follow someone step expecting the same results they have gotten.

      "A species stands beyond" the author means the world is not shallow and there is and effort should be expended to realize the reality. So do not get distracted by how it looks and dig deeper.

  2. Sep 2020
    1. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page: It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you. hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York, too.) Me—who?

      In this part the author describing his neighborhood in Harlem which is a black community back in time and still now too. In addition he is wondering is it fair to realize and hit by this fact of the segregation. And being the only black student at the class!. But he is admitting that not easy at age of (22) to deal with this discrimination and having this burden which keeps you in fight every single day.

    2. Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesn’t make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white— yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That’s American. Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you. But we are, that’s true! As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me— although you’re older—and white— and somewhat more free.

      Langston Hughes here is expressing his deep feeling by asking although the two different races have the same culture and speaking the same language and most likely have the same religion but there is a segregation and a significant gap between them. in spite of having the same pattern to dance and taste the tradition but they are not equal. In the end of the poem the reminds his white instructor that we are all American and we learn from each other and one nation, no matter what skin color we are in.

    3. What awful brain compels His awful hand. Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

      I believe Cullen has no doubt God is good as we read at the beginning of the poem " I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind". But he also wounding why this segregation between the two worlds and where is God from all of that?

      Being African American at that stage like an infinite circle of fighting.

    4. The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus To struggle up a never-ending stair.

      the author compares black people suffering like Tantalus and Sisyphus to indicate the suffering and the discrimination that African-American were confronting because of their skin color. So the two figures to express that difficult circumstances that Afro American had to cope with.