Notice, the Rock is not defined by its color, the River is given no name and the Tree is not classified either. First I am going to offer a formal textual analysis in order to examine the poem as a text. Mold it into the shape of your most Private need. I, the rock, I the river, I the tree I am yours--your passages have been paid. This poem made Angelou the first African-American, and the first woman, to speak at a presidential inauguration, and thus cemented her literary status as one of the greats of twentieth century American poetry. This can be seen as a reference to the melting pot theory of ethnic relations. Open hearts are what is needed.
. This personification of the rock leaves the reader in little doubt that this is now a shared world, one world in which the fate of the human and the rock are bound together. Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. Angelou went from country to country she learned languages such as English, Arabic, Italian, French, Spanish, and Fanti. You, who gave me my first name, you Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of Other seekers—desperate for gain, Starving for gold.
Read more: Maya Angelou born Marguerite Annie Johnson; April 4, 1928 — May 28, 2014 was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. Here, on the pulse of this fine day You may have the courage To look up and out upon me, The rock, the river, the tree, your country. Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you. Such anthropomorphism is carried on, when the Rock cries out, the Rivers sings and the Tree speaks. Maya was successful in relating her poem to diversity, change over time, and equality.
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare Praying for a dream. There is a true yearning to respond to The singing River and the wise Rock. I will give you no hiding place down here. In 1972 she became the first black woman to have her screenplay produced, when her drama Georgia was made into a movie. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
The two subsequent single lines assert that The Rock, the Tree, and the River has always provided support to everyone, be they as rich as Midas, or as poor as a beggar, as ancient as the mastodon, or as relatively young a man. Across the wall of the world, A River sings a beautiful song. Women, children, men, Take it into the palms of your hands. Addressing all humans as a country, You, the River suggests the human is ignorant, knows nothing, yet arrogantly persists in the pursuit of war and delusional dominance. When Angelou was three years old, her parents divorced and sent their children to live in the rural, segregated town of Stamps, Arkansas, with their paternal grandmother, Annie Henderson. Water washes waste away and cleanses most things.
Here, root yourselves beside me. Yet, today I call you to my riverside, If you will study war no more. I am that Tree planted by the River, Which will not be moved. The poem celebrates hope by looking back in time and saying, Hey we've made it this far but maybe we've been too greedy, warlike and brutish. From there, imagery moves to the rock, which is steadfast, unmoving but not unknowing and, more literally, the steps of the Capitol building where presidential inaugurations take place.
You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness, Have lain too long Face down in ignorance. President Barack Obama presenting Maya Angelou wit. Why must you be shown 29 times before you can see who they really are? You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness, Have lain too long Face down in ignorance. Women, children, men, Take it into the palms of your hands. They have stayed hidden because they are ignorant of the need to emerge from the shadow of the Rock. This stanza consists of three lines.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow. The latter constitutes the climax, the high point of the poem, because now the listener, who was still all the way down on the ground in the beginning of the poem, has now risen to the proper for a human heights only a little lower than the angels and can look upon the country which is made up of the Rock, the River and the Tree the natural endowment as well as the brothers and sisters the people that populate the country with a sense of freedom and equality and face the new morning, a new beginning with hope and optimism. A mendicant is a beggar. You, who gave me my first name, You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, Then forced on bloody feet, Left me to the employment of other seekers- Desperate for gain, starving for gold. Mold it into the shape of your most Private need. Take the first steps forward, wrap your hands around the Earth, sing and greet.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you. Angelou uses personification to give the rock, the river, and the tree the ability to speak to the reader. Each of you, descendant of some passed On traveller, has been paid for. Lines 71 - 106 So, onward the human race goes, each new day an opportunity to make progress, to put past mistakes behind and forge ahead with a positive pride. After marrying a South African freedom fighter, Angelou lived in Cairo, for several years, where she edited an English-language newspaper.