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In his essay "The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain," poet Langston Hughes interprets the statement of a young African-American poet that, "I want to be a poet—not a Negro poet," to mean, "I want to write like a white poet"; this suggests he was really expressing a subconscious desire to be white. Hughes goes on to argue that this apparent aspiration to bourgeois gentility, as embodied by the dominant Caucasian society, and the psychological cost that adherence to its constraints on creative freedom implies, is terribly damaging to the quality of the creative work and to the spiritual integrity of any African American artist who would embrace it. And it only adds insult to injury that not only does white society pressure African American artists to conform to its standards, but his own people often share the same attitude: "Oh, be respectable, write about nice people, show how good we are, . . . "
Explanation:
Answer:
1. It is he that hath made us, and we are his…
This parallel is synthetic because
2. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
This parallel is emblematic because
3. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise.
This parallel is synonymous because
1. In synthetic parallelism the first part is complemented by the second, so in the first parallel verse, the second part complements the first part by stating that we are “his”, in the first part it is stated that we were “made” by him.
2. In the emblematic parallelism, the parallel verses are constructed with a metaphor. This type of parallelism shows us an image and its understanding. This parallel verse is emblematic because the word sheep illustrates the virtue of the beings that are guided by providence.
3. In the synonymous parallelism, the two parts show a repetition in the two parts with different words. In this parallel verse “thanksgiving” and “praise” intend to say the same, it means be thankful for what expects you in the gates and in the courts of heaven.
Explanation:
Nobody pray for me
Even a day for me
Way (yeah, yeah!)
Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a n with some counterfeits
But now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
