poem 3

As I Grew Older
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
Langston Hughes

Allusion:the apperance of a dark wall and a dark shadow
Tone:passion and anger
Figurative Language:
simile:Bright like a sun
Hyperbole:"Rose until it touched the sky"
Theme:fighting to reach his dreams
Interpretation:The man has a dream but he is being stopped from reaching his dream because he is black


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