Claude McKay's "the Harlem Dancer" is a strong, dynamic piece of poetry. The rhyme scheme follows the typical form of the Shakespearean sonnet. The image of the palm tree "grown lovelier for passing through a storm" suggests the emotional tossing and turning of the dancer.
Claude McKay's "the Harlem Dancer" is a strong, dynamic piece of poetry. The rhyme scheme follows the typical form of the Shakespearean sonnet. The image of the palm tree "grown lovelier for passing through a storm" suggests the emotional tossing and turning of the dancer.
Claude McKay's "the Harlem Dancer" is a strong, dynamic piece of poetry. The rhyme scheme follows the typical form of the Shakespearean sonnet. The image of the palm tree "grown lovelier for passing through a storm" suggests the emotional tossing and turning of the dancer.
By Claude McKay Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day. She sang and danced on gracefully and calm, The light gauze hanging loose about her form; To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm Grown lovelier for passing through a storm. (and the poem continues) Claude McKays The Harlem Dancer is a strong, dynamic piece of poetry. This sonnet is written in iambic pentameter with only a couple exceptions in syllable count (lines 4, 11 and 12, which possess an extra beat). The rhyme scheme follows the typical form of the Shakespearean sonnet with an abab cdcd efef gg pattern. Within this classic structure, McKay creates a highly believable illusion of movement through solid and liquid sounds. In the phrase proudly-swaying palm, for example, the smooth sw sound is batted back and forth between two harsh ps, effectively illustrating the sultry movement of the dancer. In addition, this image of the palm tree Grown lovelier for passing through a storm suggests the emotional tossing and turning in her life as a sex object. One can tell by this description that the dancer is not delicate, although she might look like a pretty flower to her bold-eyed audience; rather than dancing joyfully on an easygoing breeze, she is really being tossed about by the hurricane winds of poor circumstance. Let It Be By Paul McCartney When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. These lyrics from Paul McCartneys Let It Be are trochaic for the most part with a few exceptions (here, line 4). The rhyme scheme goes ab bc bb bb, not following any particular established pattern.