Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, America Claude McKay - 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 tests my youth. (line 7.) Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate, - Read rest of… 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. Although she has wronged him and hurt him deeply, “Her vigor flows like tides into [his] blood.” She gives him the strength he needs to fight against her oppression. din Politica noastră de confidențialitate și din Politica privind modulele cookie. Aflați mai multe despre modul în care folosim informațiile dvs. "Her hate" gives him strength, and although America is a huge country he is still willing to put up a fight against it like "a rebel fronts a king in a state." Claude McKay, born Festus Claudius McKay in Sunny Ville, Jamaica in 1889, was a key figure in the Harlem Renaissance, a prominent literary movement of the 1920s. Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, I stand within her walls with not a shred. And see her might and granite wonders there. (line 5-6.) And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. American culture is founded on racism and oppression, but also values freedom and equality, allowing the oppressed to fight back and win against inequality. McKay does this in order to avoid dullness within the veiled meanings of his words. And see her might and granite wonders there. 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. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, (…) Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, These lines in the poem focus on a more positive side of America, highlighting ‘her’ ‘vigor’ that gives ‘strength’ to her citizens. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate, Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate, Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Although she feeds me bread of bitterness. Cookouts, fireworks, and history lessons recounted in poems, articles, and audio. Tracing the poetic work of this crucial cultural and artistic movement. Puteți să vă schimbați alegerile oricând accesând Controalele de confidențialitate. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate, Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Giving me strength erect against her hate.