Yet Do I MarvelBy Countee CullenI doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus Is baited by the fickle fruit, If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune To catechism by a mind too strewn With petty cares to slightly understand What awful brain compels His awful hand. Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing! |
YAY! I love how you used a poem we read in AP English because I was really able to understand the connection between the poem's meaning, and the Harlem Renaissance. The confusion and sadness of the poet is conveyed really well in this poem and reminded me of the poets we learned about in History class.
ReplyDeleteThe painting about "Reaching for the fruit" is heartbreaking, yet empowering. Fruit often represents reward, i.e, "The fruit of the labor." It's what you get after hard work. To have someone reaching for fruit with their mouth while covered by waves means they most likely won't get it. Yet they keep reaching.
ReplyDeleteI love how you fully explained this poem.
ReplyDeleteAND how you had the * things next to the poetic devices,
and wrote it on the bottom of the page.
Nice job!
I liked the first Tantalus piece better. You can use it if you give me credit for it.
ReplyDeleteNice blog!