Fri. Oct. 6, 2017: Poetry Analysis

Today, we discussed the answers to the poem you were given yesterday. I then handed out a poem for you to analyse this weekend> *I have pasted it below

Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, 'Nigger.'

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember. 

                                                                                                            Countee Cullen (1903-1946)

An African American poet, author and scholar who was a leading figure in the Harlem Renaissance. He pronounced his name "Coun-tay", not