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    BLM protesters vs Trump supporters: How would James Baldwin react?

    As you can see, these people are aggressively pushing, shoving and grabbing at the police, trying to make their way into a“symbolically important and architecturally impressive building of the nation”. Because they disagree with the political view of the...

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  • I chose this poem.  Or, rather, it chose me.  Because of how much I could relate it with my own  life. My first impression of this poem was reminiscent.  The poem intrigues  me. Yet, at the same time it makes me disappointed .  A line that particularly makes me feel intrigued is, “then with cracked hands that ached
    from labor in the w…Read More

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    Dear Nicolle:
    I am intrigued by your poem, “Home,” because of the idea that with family you are at peace and always feel safe. It’s something I can relate to.
    One line that stands out for me is, “The good and bad in these closed walls
    Is home”. I think this line is so powerful because of the truth it holds, even when things aren’t the best it…Read More

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    Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden, Read By Drew H.

      I chose this poem.  Or, rather, it chose me, because of how much I could relate to it in my own  life. My first impression of this poem was...

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    • Dear Drew,
      I enjoyed your reading of Robert Hayden’s poem, “Those Winter Sundays” because it was nice hearing a child’s perspective of their morning routine on winter Sundays.

      One set of lines that stands out for me is, “then with cracked hands that ached
      from labor in the weekday weather made / banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.” I think these lines are confessional because the child was saying no one ever thanked the father for his hard work, but the child knew and acknowledged him.

      Another line that stands out for me is, “When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
      and slowly I would rise and dress”. I think this line is touching because the father didn’t want his child to get up and dress in the cold, so he would wait until the rooms were warm to wake the child up.

      Thanks for your recording. I look forward to seeing what you make next.

    • Dear Drew,

      I am amazed by your performance of Hayden’s poem, “Those Winter Sundays” . It was cool hearing a little kid point of view. One line that stands out for me is, ”When the rooms were warm, he’d call, / and slowly I would rise and dress”. This line is nostalgic for me because I remember waking up when i was little on a snowy day on winter break.

      Thanks for your recital. I look forward to seeing what you make next.

    • I chose this poem.  Or, rather, it chose me.  Because of how much I could relate it with my own  life. My first impression of this poem was reminiscent.  The poem intrigues  me. Yet, at the same time it makes me disappointed .  A line that particularly makes me feel intrigued is, “then with cracked hands that ached
      from labor in the weekday”.  But suddenly disappointment arises for me when I read the lines, “No one ever thanked him.”

      I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking, When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him,”.  This could be because of the emotions I hear my father express after a long day at work. Sometimes he complains about his feet hurting or even how he  got a cut on his hand from the labor. And it pains me that I can’t help him, Make things easier so he feels better. 
      What I know about the situation- is that, The author is sharing the stories of a snowy sunday for him and his family, basically how his father would get up early and start working  even though he must be tired from all the labor he spends doing every week.  What I know about the speaker is that they are the kind of person who Sees the little things and feels bad afterwards.  This is suggested by the words “then with cracked hands that ached
      from labor in the weekday weather made
      banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. The speaker seems to be speaking about his father, and perhaps to himself .  I say this because he’s sharing things about his sunday to us/his mind, He never clarifies if he’s talking to a person. Only talking ABOUT a person.  
      The poem doesn’t seem to spring from a particular historical moment or culture.  The poem revolves around several themes, including innocence  and memories.   
      If this poem were a question, the answer would be “I saw/Thank you for all you’ve done ”.  If it were an answer, the question would be “Why did he never take a break?/Does he need help?”  The title suggests  How things used to be.    
      The poem’s form is a Dramatic monologue .  This form is a vehicle for the content of the poem.  If the poem were, say,  a Pastoral, it would not guide me toward an understanding of its meaning.  These forms shape the meaning of the poem for me because of the way he speaks on the Sundays he’s experienced, and how they could relate to anyone with an older figure that may help them out a lot. He just wants us to listen/visualize, like he should have . 

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    What I Remember

    I remember waking up to the fresh smell of Pancakes   I remember tumbling and scraping my knee outside  I remember my cousins sleeping over  I remember viewing movies at the theater  I remember sleeping on the bottom half of a bunk bed  I...

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Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden, Read By Drew H.

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The Diction I get from this poem is Symbol (“An object or action that stands for something more than it's literal meaning; generally contains several layers of meaning often concealed at first sight”)

The sound techniques in this poem, makes me think about it's rhythm, (“Rhythm makes language musical, emphasizes ideas, creates mood, and contributes to tone”)

This piece can be defined literary by it's use of tension, (The strain that results from forces pulling away from each other without reaching resolution)

A question I have for Maya according to this poem is.. She talking about her own living situation and the constant hissing she had to herself when she became an adult? Or is she referring back to when she was a child and heard her parents arguments.

The insight I get is, While she plays this nice friendly game of hopscotch, It reminds her of the life she's living. As each person jumps it starts to feel like her issues and how she's overcoming one and then being bombarded by the rest.

The image I get from reading this poem are a group of kids on a empty street with no cars passing, playing Hopscotch. Until each time she/the person jumps, her mind floods with things she has to do/things her parents have to provide.

I like the Personal experience and “Slang”, Yolanda used to describe Philadelphia.

If Beale Street Could Talk

Soft Thorns

Milk And Honey

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

The Princess Saves Herself in This One

And Still I Rise

Selected Poems Of Langston Hughes

A Dog’s Purpose

I think this whole sentiment Sharon provided for Tish was something that could give her a little bit of strength/peace till Fonny is out.

These words from paragraph 248-273. Where so cute. It's good to hear that there love is still going strong.

(Opinion) I don't think Fonny was trying to be rude to Tish/meant that in a hurtful way but with everything going on, he just seems very stressed.

It sounded as if Fonny was very fond of Daniel, I wonder if he made any visits to the jail where Fonny was being held.

I'm glad that they were putting in a effort to help Fonny. He deserves it after everything he's been through.

I think Tish understood the situation but was so blinded by the pain of Fonny's arrest, that she didn't wanna hear anything. I'm glad her mom was there to help her though.

I'm glad that even if Fonny is nervous, he's standing up and not backing down. This shows that he really love that girl.

That's also what I'm trying to figure out. And I wonder if Tish is having the same reaction as us.

(Opinion) She hardly even tries to put up a nice front, being that Tish is a guest. I wonder what was going through her head when she established she wouldn't like her.

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