The woman at the well poem
Angelou was an Afro-American and because of her nationality she experienced discrimination and was aware of the way the society looked at people like her. But Angelou was very proud of herself and wanted the world to see it. She was not afraid of speaking in public, she used to do so to help others that were the victims of discrimination. She was also fighting for the women, she wanted women to have the same rights as men. The poem is like a ballad , it is a free verse narrative.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Ernestine Morrison Performs 'The Average Black Girl' on Arsenio Hall Show
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A Woman Waits for Me
Angelou was an Afro-American and because of her nationality she experienced discrimination and was aware of the way the society looked at people like her. But Angelou was very proud of herself and wanted the world to see it. She was not afraid of speaking in public, she used to do so to help others that were the victims of discrimination.
She was also fighting for the women, she wanted women to have the same rights as men. The poem is like a ballad , it is a free verse narrative. There are no conventional rhymes, just some sporadically important ones. The persona speaks directly in a personal voice first person singular. The poem seems to have a refrain — four last lines in every stanza are the same. It is something that is very often used in poems and songs. Angelou could have been inspired by her background in dance as the poem seems to have some musical aspect there is a set rhyme scheme and the refrain.
The poem seems to be like a liberated women, it is free from any norms, poetic norms especially. One of the devices Angelou uses is imagery.
The other aspect worth mentioning is the fact that Angelou in her poem is being ironic, we can not say we do not see that the irony is present in this poem. They all have the same number of syllables, maybe it is something that would be associated with the musical aspect of the poem or the poet did it on purpose just to make those lines with the explanations what makes her beautiful, stronger and very clear to the readers.
There is a glossary of the terms that appear in the analysis and interpretation of the poem. The first stanza Angelou starts by stating that pretty women are thinking what is making her look beautiful as she is not a type that would fit into the designers clothes and look good in them so that makes other women wonder. When she explains what is her beauty she states that the other women consider her answer as lie.
Now Angleou starts listing her features or describing herself to show what her answer is. It is something that she has within her reach, the span of her hips — she states it in a way to show she is proud of her hips, which is something unusual as the women that have bigger hips usually do not consider themselves beautiful and are not proud of it at all. The last four lines in the first stanza are like a refrain , they are repeated in the next stanzas as well.
It is done to make it even more clear that Angelou perceives herself as a women that is not only beautiful but smart and that she is phenomenal. The last line in every stanza is an epiphora used to ephasize the fact that Angelou is a phenomenal woman.
In the second stanza the persona starts with imagery considering men and the way they look at her. She says that whenever whe walks into a place full of men, they either stand up or fall on their knees which is a hyperbole. Angelou compares men to bees and she says that whenever they see her they all surround her and they all want to get as close to her as possible.
She seems to be a godess to them and they admire her and she is a queen bee to them — they would do whatever she tells them. The third stanza is about men that are actually wondering themselves why they behave in a way presented above whenever they see the persona. She says that they really try to answer it and it is difficult for them.
They cannot touch her, which makes it even more difficult to understand why they are so crazy about her. Angelous says she is actually trying to show them what this mystery is but they are not able to see it. The fourth stanza is a kind of summary of what has been said before. Angelou sums up and speaks directly to the readers to make sure they have understood her points in the previous three stanzas and are able to understand what she meant by saying she is phenomenal.
Once again she says it full of self-confidence, she is proud of herself. She does not have to jump like a child, talk very loud or do anything that would make people look at her — they do it anyway.
In the English tradition, it usually follows a form of rhymed abcb quatrains alternating four-stress and three-stress lines. It is also known as epistrophe and occasionally as antistrophe. It is a figure of speech and the counterpart of anaphora. It is an extremely emphatic device because of the emphasis placed on the last word in a phrase or sentence. Nonmetrical, nonrhyming lines that closely follow the natural rhythms of speech. A regular pattern of sound or rhythm may emerge in free-verse lines, but the poet does not adhere to a metrical plan in their composition.
It appeals to human senses to deepen the reader's understanding of the work. Powerful forms of imagery engage all of the senses and use metaphors to express ideas and concepts. As a literary device, irony implies a distance between what is said and what is meant. Based on the context, the reader is able to see the implied meaning in spite of the contradiction. A figure of speech in which the poet describes an abstraction, a thing, or a nonhuman form as if it were a person.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud.
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Post by Diane Houdek. Poetry is a perfect resource for this Lenten practice of prayerful attentiveness. For me, reading a poem meditatively is like taking a Sunday stroll along a woodland path. The poet is my walking companion and guide, inviting me to join in the refreshment of following images wherever my experience or imagination might take them.
John This week, we see the gift of the Holy Spirit pouring out into the lives of those who believe and transforming them. We see how the Spirit shifts the struggling of our heads to understand, to the transformation of our hearts to know that gift within our souls. From this depth—I came only to draw water.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking. Sex contains all, bodies, souls, Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk, All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself. Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me, I see that they understand me and do not deny me, I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women. They are not one jot less than I am, They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves, They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess'd of themselves. I draw you close to me, you women, I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes, Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me. It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties, I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me. Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now, I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now. This poem is in the public domain.
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Malcolm Guite reflects on the dedication of an icon depicting Jesus and the woman at the well. It was featured in the Church Times in May, and readers may remember that it shows the encounter between Jesus and the woman at the well Features, 11 May. She stands, mantled in green, her empty water jar in one hand, the other gesturing away from her — perhaps toward the well, perhaps towards Christ himself; for he is numinously present just on the other side of the well, seated, in an earth-brown robe and a mantle as blue as the heavens, one hand held towards his heart and set already in the sign of blessing. The other, extended gently, almost playfully towards the well, just touches and swirls the water itself, gently, with the fingertips. Behind Christ, on the edge of the icon, we can see his disconcerted and disapproving disciples, returning from their shopping trip, shocked to see Jesus welcoming so tainted and marginal a person as a Samaritan woman; but, behind the woman, we see, emerging from the city, a crowd who will become, through her ministry, a new Christian community. As the icon was brought into our midst in that final service, I reflected on how appropriate this particular image was was for the Retreat Association.
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Woman Walking in the searing sunlight Glare stinging my eyes with sudden tears Behind the fortress walls of surrounding houses They surely watch I can barely raise one foot after another Dust chokes my dry mouth This pot, my burden Unfilled, like a dead weight on my body. I walk this daily walk of torment I walk Alone It has been for such a long time now Must it always be so? Today I talked to him such a man as I have longed to talk to all my life A man who talked with me as if he had known me all my life Today he looked at me He smiled at me as noone else has ever done before He knew my sin and yet he took my cup Joy unquenchable fills me Messiah I will speak his words throughout the land I will never be the same Because today I met Him. Her day started out as any other. Yet by the end of a typical day, she walked into history, a changed and forgiven woman. No one ever told this story better, except the Bible, of Course! I very much love it! Well, hey!
And it soon does. In this late season, who is the woman at the well drawing water, reflecting on the woman at the well? Millennial fissures in the well-rim, weed-choked cracks where brackish water rises for the woman at the well.