On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things
She does not view war romantically. It is a terrible, violent thing, the speaker’s desire to participate is not motivated by glory or romanticism.
On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things
She does not view war romantically. It is a terrible, violent thing, the speaker’s desire to participate is not motivated by glory or romanticism.
I must sit and sew.
The repetition of “I must sit and sew” reflects the frustration with unchanging gender roles.
darky
The term feels judgmental, but at the same time it becomes a reclamation.
Boy! You should a seen that darky’s face! It just shone. Gee, he was happy!
The culture of jazz music is important despite the stigma surrounding it, it brings joy to the man.
And somehow, I could see him dancin’ in a jungle
The dancer is reminiscent of African ancestors from before slavery.
And still she cried, and still the world pursues, “Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
This aristocratic woman reminds me of the narrator of the Yellow Wallpaper. They are both women of means, but clearly suffer from some sort of mental illness. The opulence of the woman's things, and the beauty of the narrator's ancestral halls do nothing to curb their inner thoughts.
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
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The old blind prophet on the railroad is a clear reference to Tiresias. He offers up a prophecy to Ulysses and his crew, the movie is based off the Odyssey.
Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said. Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.

Like this portion of the Wasteland, John Sloan captures the poetry in the day to day of the working class. Eliot captures the simplistic poetry of the working class voice.
Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.
Eliot employs the vernacular of the lower class to provide the flow of the poem.
“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
Despite the opulence of the woman's life, she cannot maintain meaning in it.
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
This is blank verse/unrhymed iambic pentameter.
All will be easier when the mind To meet the brutal age has grown An iron cortex of its own.
With age comes wisdom, after a lifetime of hard lessons.
Man, doughty Man, what power has brought you low,
Man refers to mankind overall. The poem concerns itself with the fall of the human race.
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.
A play on the traditional sonnet which often deals with themes of love. However, Millay subverts this form with visceral, gory imagery, which makes her love all the more powerful because she would not give it up.
The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus. If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions—why, that is something like it.
She is consistently infantilized by John and Jennie, however when she describes the wallpaper, she does so in excruciating and intelligent detail, which opposes her family's view of her, as well as her initial view of herself.
men may listen to the striving in the souls of black folk.
Though Du Bois insinuates through the epigraph that the situation for black folks in America is hopeless, he asserts that there are solutions (working, voting, education), ending the chapter on a hopeful note.
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a mournful cry, As I lie and listen, and cannot understand The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea, O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I? All night long the water is crying to me. Unresting water, there shall never be rest Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail, And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west; And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like the sea, All life long crying without avail, As the water all night long is crying to me. ARTHUR SYMONS.
The epigraph serves to provide context for Du Bois' ideas throughout the piece. The unresting water and turbulence at sea parallel the unending African American struggle, which feels hopeless at times to Du Bois.
She was goddess because of her force; she was the animated dynamo; she was reproduction–the greatest and most mysterious of all energies; all she needed was to be fecund.
Compares Woman to technology: the most mysterious technology of all (for the time) is birth and reproduction. However, American society is puritanical and does not want to think about sex, although sex and its result, birth, are manifestations of technology in the human form.
As he grew accustomed to the great gallery of machines, he began to feel the forty-foot dynamos as a moral force, much as the early Christians felt the Cross.
Adams describes a dichotomy between religion and technology. He lives in a transitional period between nature and industry, in his mind the dynamo is beginning to replace religion entirely.
Earth is eating trees, fence posts, Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
The earth is reclaiming natural things from man-made constructs; humankind may be destroying the world with their manmade conflicts, but ultimately those conflicts will not matter.
From they sack and they belly opened And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth They feed they Lion and he comes