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AM ER ICA. Author : Claude McKay. AMERICA. 1 Stanza 14 Lines. Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life , I will confess I love this cultured hell that tastes my youth Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
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AMERICA Author : Claude McKay
AMERICA 1 Stanza 14 Lines • Althoughshe feeds me bread of bitterness, • And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, • Stealing my breath of life, I will confess • I love this cultured hell that tastes myyouth • Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, • Giving me strength erect against her hate • Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood • Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, • I stand within her walls with not a shred • Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. • Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, • And see her might and granite wonders there, • Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, • Like Priceless treasures sinking in the sand. RHYUME PERSONIFICATION REPETITION
Lines 1-3 • Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, • And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, • Stealing my breath of life, I will confess Line 1 Ailleration : The Letter “ A” keeps repeating .
Lines 4-7 • I love this cultured hell that tastes my youth • Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, • Giving me strength erect against her hate • Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood Line 7 Line 5 Rhyme : Blood And Flood Both Rhyme in this Section .
Lines 8-11 • Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, • I stand within her walls with not a shred • Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. • Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, Personfication : Walls with not a shred is an human qualite . Line 8 Line 10
Lines 12-14 • And see her might and granite wonders there, • Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, • Like Priceless treasures sinking in the sand. Imagery : Pricless Treasures can be buried in the sand . Line 12 Line 13 Line 14
RHYME SCHEME • Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, • And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, • Stealing my breath of life, I will confess • I love this cultured hell that tastes my youth • Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, • Giving me strength erect against her hate • Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood • Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, • I stand within her walls with not a shred • Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. • Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, • And see her might and granite wonders there, • Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, • Like Priceless treasures sinking in the sand. A B C B D E D E F G H I J J Ballad : Because it is a story . Good Rhytum : Because it has a good topic . End Rhyme : All Rhymes are at the end of the line .
Similes & Metaphors • Simile : * Her Vigor Flows like tides into my blood . • * Like Priceless Treasures sinking in the sand . • Metaphor : * Her Bigness sweeps my being like a flood .
PoetFacts • In 1928, McKay published his most famous novel, Home to Harlem. • He wrote four novels: Home to Harlem (1928), a best-seller that won the Harmon Gold Award for Literature. • McKay left for the U.S. in 1912 to attend Home to Harlem, which won the Harmon Gold Award for Literature. • Home to Harlem, which won the Harmon Gold Award for Literature. The novel, which depicted street life in Harlem • McKay's novel gained a substantial readership, especially with people who wanted to know more about the intense, and sometimes shocking, details of Harlem nightlife.
Why the Imagery ? • Line 1 : shows the bitterness of bread which shows bitterness is like something moldy. • Line 5 : Shows Tides of blood which other words means the Blood flows likes waves. • Line 7 : the Flood Scene shows of how big America actually is. • Line 8 : The Picture of king in state shows that the President has the Center Hold of Authority. • Line 12 : The Picture of Granite shows a path full of wonders.
THE END !!! • Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, • And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, • Stealing my breath of life, I will confess • I love this cultured hell that tastes my youth • Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, • Giving me strength erect against her hate • Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood • Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, • I stand within her walls with not a shred • Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. • Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, • And see her might and granite wonders there, • Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, • Like Priceless treasures sinking in the sand.