This poem is called “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” By: Langston Hughes. The poem is about a black man who knows rivers very well and is very connected to rivers. He seems to be saying that rivers have become a part of him. The person who is telling this is a black man.
This poem has a lot of imagery. “…I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset” It has a few metaphors. “Ancient, dusky rivers” and this poem is free verse all the way. It all fits very well but has no rhyming. It still has a flow so it all fits together though.
This poem is happy and has words that make you want to experience it. I have had the connection with rivers that some haven’t, so it seems that I understand and correspond with this poem and it brings memories.
I like the "undead, never dead" part. Because it doesn't seem like you're a noob :)
ReplyDeleteThat made no sense. Don't judge.