Heritage By: Claude McKay
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of the vanished years, Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face. And suddenly some secret spring's released, And unawares a riddle is revealed, And I can read like large, black-lettered print, What seemed before a thing forever sealed.
I know the magic word, the graceful thought, The song that fills me in my lucid hours, The spirit's wine that thrills my body through, And makes me music-drunk, are yours, all yours.
I cannot praise, for you have passed from praise, I have no tinted thoughts to paint you true; But I can feel and I can write the word; The best of me is but the least of you. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heritage-2/
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This poem was about him describing what his heritage meant to him. He¶s finding things as he finds things about his heritage that he didn¶t know before. The theme was your family heritage and finding out about it and what you cold possibly find. The allusion in this poem was when he was talking about ³like a riddle was unvealed´ that was an example of that. I felt like allusion was used throughout the poem because he had used direct references about his heritage. The tone of the poem could be astonished, unexpected, or jovial. I think it¶s either one of those because he could either be surprised, unexpected, or happy about what was going on and/or what he had found. He used imagery and he was very descriptive about how things had looked and shaped. He used more senses. This one has sight, touch, and things with hearing. To me this poem is saying your heritage is very important and it¶s important to learn about it and know it. I think he felt different things when he wrote this.