Sunday, May 8, 2011

For a Lady I Know

Countee Cullen

She even thinks that up in heaven
    Her class lies late and snores,
While poor black cherubs rise at seven
    To do celestial chores.

     This poem consists of one stanza made up of four lines.  I interpreted it as an older lady, who was most likely a teacher, that believes that even in Heaven there will be servents.  I found it foolish of her to think so because in Heaven everybody is equal, therefore eliminating slavery.  Cullen grew up in the early 1900's, so perhaps this is somewhat of her opinion being reflected in the poem.

No comments:

Post a Comment