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I’m stuck on a Literature question and need an explanation.

The literary assignment is to read the poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes.

Let America Be America Again .pdf

Once you read and viewed the poem,

answer the questions on the attached handout by using the poem, not the video clip.

Literary

Assignment

#1: Langston Hughes, “Let America Be America Again” 1. In stanzas 1,3, and 5, list images the speaker uses to describe America. What meaning does the speaker offer about America based on these images? 2. What words and phrases are repeated in this poem? Be specific. What effect does this use of repetition achieve for the message and/or tone of the poem? Explore.3. In stanzas 8,9, and 10 what is the figurative meaning of the voices being described? Point to some of the voices.4. What impact does the heavy use of punctuation (dashes, exclamation points, question marks) have in the reading of the poem? 5. In the final stanza (17), does the speaker’s tone change since stanzas 1, 3, and 5? If so, how? What is then, is the overall theme of this poem?

Literary

Assignment

#1: Langston Hughes, “Let America Be America Again” 1. In stanzas 1,3, and 5, list images the speaker uses to describe America. What meaning does the speaker offer about America based on these images?

2. What words and phrases are repeated in this poem? Be specific. What effect does this use of repetition achieve for the message and/or tone of the poem? Explore.

3. In stanzas 8,9, and 10 what is the figurative meaning of the voices being described? Point to some of the voices.

4. What impact does the heavy use of punctuation (dashes, exclamation points, question marks) have in the reading of the poem? 5. In the final stanza (17), does the speaker’s tone change since stanzas 1, 3, and 5? If so, how? What is then, is the overall theme of this poem?

this are the questions

“Let America Be America Again” Langston Hughes 1902-1967
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free. (stanza 1)
(America never was America to me.) (stanza 2)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above. (stanza 3)
(It never was America to me.) (stanza 4)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe. (stanza 5)
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) (stanza 6)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? (stanza 7)
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. (stanza 8)
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed! (stanza 9)
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years. (stanza 10)
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.” (stanza 11)
The free? (stanza 12)
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today. (stanza 13)
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again. (stanza 14)
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America! (stanza 15)
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be! (stanza 16)
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again! (stanza 17)

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