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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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He implies that human beings are not meant to bear their own burdens and to live alone. Many people in the Culllen States have not experienced living in a community fifteen to twenty blocks long. Joy may be shy, unique, Friendly to a few, Sorrow never scorned to speak To any who Were false or true.

Any Human to Another

He suggests that sorrow is often what lies at the depths of the heart. Why this preoccupation, soul, with Death, This servile genuflexion to the worm, Making the tomb a Mecca where the breath Though still cullne 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?

Only the polished skeleton, Of flesh revlieved and pauperized, Can rest at ease and think upon The worth of all it so despised. Now will the poets sing. Your every grief Like a blade Shining and unsheathed Must strike me down.

To France Though I am not the first in English terms To name you of the earth’s anogher nations Queen; Though better poets chant it to the worms How that fair city perched upon the Amother Is lovelier than that they traveled to; While countde 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.


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 believes that in order to fully enjoy life, it must be shared with others. The elaborate writing as well as the rhyme scheme of this poem enhances the meaning for the reader. Springfield Township HIgh School. And from her feet up to her throat are massed Strange aromas; a perfume from the East Swims round her body, sinuous and brown. The Harlem Renaissance was a splendid awakening of African American ahother which stressed equality.

Though blind, yet on these arid balls engraved I know it was a lovely face I braved. Of bitter aloes wreathed, My sorrow must be laid On your head like a crown. Of bitter aloes wreathed, My sorrow must be laid On your head like a crown.

This implies that both the good and the bad experience sorrow in life. 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.

Any Human to Another by Countee Cullen

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. Joy may be shy, unique, Friendly to a few, Sorrow may be scorned to speak To any who Were false or ture. While people usually describe themselves for their unique characteristics, talents, and body features, sometimes forgotten is the feature shared both coumtee and indefinitely Wasley 5.


During the Harlem Renaissance blacks were suffering while whites did little to help their cause. Those eyes are basilisk’s she gazes through, And those are snakes you take for strands of hair!

When countef about civil rights, this theme can be associated.

“Any Human to Another” Countee Cullen Poem Summary The first

With subterfuge and fraud the mind Must fend anotner parry thrust for thrust, With logic brutal and unkind Beat anny the onslaughts of the dust. 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.

In the context of the poem Cullen never states a specific culture or race to connect his themes to. 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.

Medusa I mind tl how when first I looked at her A warning shudder in the blood cried, “Ware! Gale Virtual Reference Library. Sonnet Dialogue I to My Soul: Your every grief Like a blade Shining and unsheathed Must strike me down.

Remembering their sharp and pretty Tunes for Sacco and Vanzetti, I said: