"Heritage" by Gwendolyn Bennett (read in class)

I want to see the slim palm-trees,
Pulling at the clouds
With little pointed fingers....
I want to see lithe Negro girls,
Etched dark against the sky
While sunset lingers.
I want to hear the silent sands,
Singing to the moon
Before the Sphinx-still face....
I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race.
I want to breathe the Lotus flow'r,
Sighing to the stars
With tendrils drinking at the Nile....
I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people's soul
Hidden by a minsrel-smile.

In the poem "Heritage" by Gwendolyn Bennett, she conveys a sense of origins, or what her family was before her. She pictures herself wanting to go back to her African roots and specifically Egyptian heritage. She talks about the oppression that she faces at the time and how unhappy the people are around her. She just wishes that she could go back to Egypt were they were all happier.

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost (must-read in class)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

In this Poem by Robert Frost, Frost talks with meaning, and symbolism. While he is talking about one thing, he is telling a allegory also. That is what is really interesting. While reading, you'll noticed he is talking about two roads that are much alike (life and death) and as he sat their he contemplated the decision at hand. Which one of these path would he take? Yet after ages and ages, he was able to tell people of his final decision such as other hadnt before him.

"The Hunter" by Fox Nekitsune (interesting)

Dew wets the grass
I am the hunter
I walk a deadly path
I am hunting
Slipping through the trees
I am the hunter
I do it all with ease
I am hunting
There stood before me
Is the prey that I desire
A tremble running through me
Now I feel the hunters fire
I circle closer
Keeping her in sight
I circle closer
Don’t want to give her a fright
Now im behind her
So close now
I smell beautiful fur
So close now
Quickly I move
Tearing at her for what I want
Quickly I move
Now I will haunt her
I take my fill
I am the hunter
I leave her still
I have hunted

This poem gives me a sense of being in the wood, and that feeling of your not the only one there. This poem depicts a hunter who is slowly sneaking up on its prey. Hunting is one of my favorite things to read, write and even talk about. This poem is a read for every hunter and I might recite it before hunting now.

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