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Lecture 4 - American Literature

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by Janina G.

“TO AN AMERICAN PAINTER DEPARTING FOR EUROPE” by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, (1829)



Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies:

Yet, Cole! thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand

A living image of thy native land,

Such as on thy own glorious canvass lies.

Lone lakes--savannahs where the bison roves-- Rocks rich with

summer garlands--solemn streams-- Skies, where the desert

eagle wheels and screams-- Spring bloom and autumn blaze of

boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou

goest--fair, But different--every where the trace of men,

Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen

To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air. Gaze on them,

till the tears shall dim thy sight,

But keep that earlier, wilder image bright.

  • Sonnet 14 lines, ABBA CDDC EFFE GG

    • Using a European form - mixture of Italien and Shakespeare- but saying that America is better than Europe (identity crises and contradiction)

  • Create a sense of national identity through nature

1 – Friend the painter leaves for Europe

2 – Talking about nature, which is wild and interesting, amazing

  • using alliterations

  • using punctuation

  • personification

  • features used to make it sound more wild

3 – (Volta – twist) European nature which is not as nice as American nature (is different, humans have been there)

  • punctuation (commas)

  • different language compared to the second stanza

  • features used to compare the developed nature of Europe to the wild nature of America

4 – coming back to the second Quatrain to forget about Europe and remember the great image of great America

  • alliteration

  • keep the image of America


“I HEAR AMERICA SINGING” by Walt Whitman (1860)


I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe

and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off

work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the

deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter

singing as he stands,

The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the

morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at

work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young

fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

  • Free verse with 11 lines

    • no rhyme scheme

    • no sonnet

    • no meta

    • human breath as a parameter

    • repetitions (of words or semantics)

    • Every line starts with an article

  • America in general

  • America is all these people

  • Each individual has something which you can’t take away from them

    • All Individuals together make America great and better

    • alliterations

    • repetition of the word singing

    • singing symbols the voice of each individual

  • Celebration of the community and society

  • Talking about the working class who make America

  • Create a sense of national identity through people

  • Egalitarianism

    • we are all equal

    • no matter about gender or race

    • Everybody can choose for themselves (freedom) - Humanist approach


The Author to her book by Anne Bradstreet (1650)


Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,

Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:

I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.

I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet,

Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;

In better dress to trim thee was my mind,

But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find.

In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.

In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;

And take thy way where yet thou art not known,

If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:

And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,

Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.

  • poem out of 24 lines

  • rhyme scheme

  • AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKKLL

  • narrator is speaking directly to her own book

  • autobiographical poem in which Bradstreet reflects on the 1650 publication of her collection

  • Conceit: authorship is being compared to motherhood

  • Deals with the power an author holds over their work

    • but she lost that power because someone else published her work

  • Work was not finished yet  and every time she tried to fix it she made it worse

    • The speaker is disappointed in this work that she has created and feels that her own failed intellect is the reason that she was unsuccessful

    • book was taken by her friends to be puplished even though in her mind it was not finished yet

  • Money as motive doesn’t make sense

  • Conceit is about authorship

    • Uses motherhood to talk about authorship which makes motherhood the source and authorship the target

    • even though she is ashamed of the product the book still belongs to her as a bad child belongs to his mother

  • The Great Migration

  • First American (female) writer


Author

Janina G.

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