Any Human to Another. The ills I sorrow at Not me alone Like an arrow, Pierce to the marrow, Through the fat And past the bone. Your grief and mine Must. The summary of this poem is that a man is grieving and suggest that nobody should grieve alone. He believes that it is better for them to grieve. Between high school and his graduation from Harvard, Cullen was the most popular black poet and virtually the most popular black literary.

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Within the poem, Cullen describes sorrow as a common aspect of life. With subterfuge and fraud the mind Must fend and parry thrust for thrust, With logic brutal and unkind Beat off the onslaughts of the dust. He reflects upon various human attributes. Springfield Township High School.

Here too’s a cause divinely spun For those whose eyes are on the sun, Anothrr in empitome Is all disgrace And epic wrong, Like wine to brace The minstrel heart, and blare it into song. With this context being written in the time period of the Harlem Renaissance, one can understand the connection with civil rights.

Among the eminent figures of the Harlem Renaissance was Countee Cullen, a poet striving for racial equity. Marie Napierkowski and Mary Ruby.

A person avoiding the pain in society is not being fair to their human race. From this line it is understandable that the speaker is describing identity. My Soul to Me: During the Harlem Renaissance blacks were suffering while whites did little to help their cause.

Any Human to Another by Countee Cullen

Rightfully, a man avoiding the pain aany others is not fulfilling his spot in society. He believes that in order to fully enjoy life, it must be shared with others. Sorrow is something that is humzn beneath the outward, physical body. In the context of the poem Cullen never states a specific culture or race to connect his themes to. Throughout the Harlem Renaissance the issue of racial identity often arose. Everyone is a human being.


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Suffering of one kind or another is a common human experience, and something that unites us all. When talking about civil rights, this theme can be associated.

A river is a single body of water that then fuses into a sea of vast waters. And from her feet up to her throat are massed Strange aromas; a perfume from the East Swims round her body, sinuous and brown. Chapter 12 The s Syllabus. Joy may zny shy, unique, Friendly to a few, Sorrow never scorned to speak To any who Were false or true.

He suggests that sorrow is often what lies at the depths of the heart. Let no man be so proud And confident, To think he is allowed A little tent Pitched in a meadow Of sun and shadow All his little own. He reveals the suffering of one human being, and how it affects the people who surround the one who is suffering.

The Harlem Renaissance was a splendid awakening of African American writing which stressed equality. A quality that Countee Cullen possessed in most of his writings was his ability to create a universal language.

Any Human to Another

He realizes that he is not alone in this feeling of suffering deep down. This initial stanza implies the importance of what lies beneath a human beings physical features.

Only the Polished Skeleton The heart has need of some deceit To make its pistons rise and fall; For less than this it would not beat. With this stanza, the speaker offers comfort for those in grief. Of bitter aloes wreathed, My sorrow must be laid On your head like a crown. Why this preoccupation, soul, with Death, This servile coyntee to the dountee, Making the tomb a Mecca where the breath Though still it rises vaporous, but firm, Expelled from lungs still clear and unimpaired, To plough through nostrils quivering with pride Veers in distress and love, as if it dared Not search a gayer place, and there subside?


Though blind, yet on these arid balls engraved I know it was a lovely face I braved. Sonnet Dialogue I to My Soul: Even the newborn baby has felt hunger pangs. As he whose eyes are gouged craves light to see, And he whose limbs are broken strenght to run, So have I sought in you that alchemy That knits my bones and turns me to the sun; And found across a continent of foam What was denied my hungry heart at home.

Springfield Township HIgh School. Your ever grief Like a blade Shining and unsheathed Must strike me down Of bitter aloes wreathed My sorrow must be laid On Your head like a crown.

To France Though I am not the first in English terms To name you of the earth’s great nations Queen; Though better poets chant it to the worms How that fair city perched upon the Seine Is lovelier than that they traveled to; While kings and warriors and many a priest In their last hour have smiled to think of you, Among these count me not the last nor least.

Only the polished skeleton, Of flesh revlieved and pauperized, Can rest at ease and think upon The worth of all it so despised.

Every human being has experienced some form of suffering. Schaeffer Harlem Reaissance ppt.