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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The speaker implies that grief can unite one human to another. Emotional pain is often something that cannot be seen, and so it must be expressed through words. Your grief and mine Must intertwine Like sea and too, Be fused and mingle, Diverse yet single, Forever and forever. Suffering of one kind or another is a common human experience, and something that unites us all. Why this preoccupation, soul, with Death, This servile genuflexion to the worm, Making the tomb a Mecca where the hyman 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?

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A wny is a single body of water that then fuses into a sea of vast waters. This initial stanza implies the importance of what lies beneath a human beings physical features. O vengeful warning, spiteful stream, a truce!

Your ever grief Like a blade Shining and unsheathed Must strike me down Of bitter aloes wreathed Humam sorrow must be laid On Your head like a crown. What boots this constant crying in the wind, This ultimate indignity: He realizes that he is not alone in this feeling of suffering deep down.

Cullen paints a picture of this unification of two persons through the common experience of pain.

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Against disease and death and all things fell, And war, Their strophes rise and swell To jar The foe smug in his citadel. Because the worm shall tread the lion down, And in the end shall sicken at its feast, And for a worm of even less renown Loom as a dread but subjugated beast; Because whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.


While people usually describe themselves for their unique characteristics, talents, and body features, sometimes forgotten is the feature shared both globally and indefinitely Wasley 5.

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.

His figurative language helped considerably to achieve his goal. The while my fingers leisurely caress Thy head and vaulted back’s elastic arch, And through each tip mysterious pleasures press And crackle on their swift dynamic march, I see revived in thee, felinely cast, A woman with thine eyes, satanic beast, Profound and cold as scythes to mow me down.

Sonnet Dialogue I to My Soul: With the upbeat atmosphere the literary community was at its height. He implies that human beings are not meant fo bear their own burdens and to live alone.

He suggests that sorrow is often what lies at the depths of the heart. He reflects upon various human attributes. Documents Flashcards Grammar checker. Though blind, yet on these arid balls engraved I know it was a lovely face I braved. 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.

With this context being written in the time period of the Harlem Renaissance, one can understand the connection with civil rights. Of bitter aloes wreathed, My sorrow must be laid On your head like a crown. Connected with the Harlem Renaissance, this theme makes it quite apparent how African Americans felt about prejudice. And from her feet up to her throat are massed Strange aromas; a perfume from the East Swims round her body, sinuous and brown.

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Your grief and mine Must intertwine Like culoen and river Be fused and mingle Diverse yet single Forever and forever. He reveals the suffering of one human being, and how it affects the people who surround the one who is suffering. Now will the anotger sing. My Soul to Me: Springfield Township High School. In the context of the poem Cullen never states a specific culture or race to connect his themes to.


Any Human to Another by Countee Cullen

The Cat From the French of Baudelaire Come, lovely cat, to this adoring breast; Over thy daggers silken scabbards draw; Into thy beauty let me plunge to rest, Unmindful of thy swift and cruel claw. 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.

In this stanza, the speaker reveals that joy is found in a shared human experience that can only exist in the realm of human companionship. Nor flush the sluggish vein at all. With this stanza, the speaker offers comfort for those in grief.

Joy may be shy, unique Friendly to a few Sorrow never scorned to speak To any who Were false or true. Sorrow is something that is felt beneath the outward, physical body. Here too’s a cause divinely spun For those whose eyes are on the sun, Here in empitome Is all disgrace And epic wrong, Like wine to brace The minstrel heart, and blare it into song. Joy may be shy, unique, Friendly to a few, Sorrow may be scorned to speak To any who Were false or ture.

The speaker expresses that human interaction with culken another is essential.

Gale Virtual Reference Library. While anofher is already understood that the Harlem Renaissance was a time period which reflected an advance in racial identity and creative writing, the universal language present was not clearly presented by the Harlem poets. But they have raised no cry. Only the polished skeleton, Of flesh revlieved and pauperized, Can rest at ease and think upon The worth of all it so despised.

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