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السلام عليكم

ابغى شرح لقصيدة " the praise song for the day"
by Elizabeth Alexander
اللي يعرف يطلع لي الثيم وشرح للقصيده ككل اكون شاكره له

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المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة غربة الروح السلام عليكم ابغى شرح لقصيدة " the praise song for the day" by Elizabeth Alexander اللي يعرف يطلع لي الثيم وشرح للقصيده ككل اكون شاكره له

الشرح الأول :

Elizabeth Alexander’s poem, “Praise Song for the Day” (2009), has a structure and style that is known within African literary circles as a “praise song”. These praise songs are traditional African forms of poetry that use laudatory epithets (deive word-pictures or word-paintings) to capture the soul and essence of the subject. This is why much of Alexander’s “Praise Song for the Day” is made up of short, deive images (word-paintings) that last for little more than a line or two, but describe vast amounts of American history, issues, and peoples. Even lines that weren’t meant to evoke imagery (i.e. “We need to find a place where we are safe.” (Line 23)) still capture the emotions and significance of the subject matter on which Alexander is focused. Elizabeth Alexander’s “Praise Song for the Day” is meant as a short, but epic, praise song to describe the important “word-paintings” of the histories of African Americans, American immigrants, and the importance of the inauguration of President Barack Obama.

Imagery, as can be the case for praise songs, is one of the most prominent tools Elizabeth Alexander uses in her inaugural poem, “Praise Song for the Day.” In actuality, the first five stanzas of Alexander’s “Praise Song for the day” is made up primarily of imagery prose, describing in short lines of no more than a few words the many different aspects of quiet American life that could find in common much of what the average American encounters in their daily routine: “Someone is stitching up a hem…” (Line 7); “A woman and her son wait for the bus.” (Line 13); “A farmer considers the changing sky.” (Line 14). Even perhaps the most recognizable image of American multiculturalism, the diverse scene of urban street-music, finds itself mentioned in the fourth stanza of Alexander’s “Praise Song for the Day”: “Someone is trying to make music somewhere, / with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum, / with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.” (Lines 10-12). The significance of these lines is their power to invoke mental imagery that has much in common with the essence of the everyday American condition.

The introductory stanza of Elizabeth Alexander’s “Praise Song for the Day”, “Each day we go about our business, / walking past each other, catching each other's / eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.” (Lines 1-3), captures the essence of the active hum of a city sidewalk or a small-town street, the setting where the existences of American citizens are intermingled and public. It’s unclear whether she means to describe American sidewalks as cold and impersonal, or simply insignificant monotonies of our daily grind, but it is undeniable that a street is a common ground that all Americans, of all walks of life, whether panhandler or presidential elect, share as citizens of a common country. Alexander feels that the familiar street bustle has an important place in the heart of American culture.

This public stage engendered by the first stanza serves as host to the “noise and bramble, thorn and din” (Line 5) of the second, more busy stanza. Here Alexander describes in “Praise Song for the Day” the tangled (bramble), loud (din), near painful (thorn) American streets where, most importantly, we have “…each / one of our ancestors on our tongues.” (Line 6). These “ancestors on our tongues” (Lines 6) are the broad collages of immigrant peoples (indeed America is a nation of immigrants), and the languages and cultures they bring to complete the contemporary phenomenon we know today as the United States. It can be argued that here Alexander is trying to portray America as a country as inclusive as it is, and most importantly, diverse in its citizenship; an auditory word-painting, if you will, of much of the common theme portrayed by Barack Obama during his presidential running. In many ways, the election of Barack Obama, a Black president who was the son of a Kenyan immigrant, could not better personify the image, the word-painting essence, of a nation that has grown to become an epicenter of race and culture.

Following the imagery of the introductory stanzas of Elizabeth Alexander’s “Praise Song for the Day” are the two stanzas that describe the initiative and determination of the American people who took part in the development of the United States as a nation

الشرح التآني:

Elizabeth Alexander’s poem “Praise Song for the Day” was indeed a shadow and quite a forgettable shadow at that. The dull and somewhat monotonous reading style improved very little the bland and repetitious verses of a confusing poem. Whilst Obama’s speech will be remembered for decades to come, Alexander’s poem has most likely already been forgotten by most people.

The poem’s general message is one of hope, love and the memory of sacrifice which are naturally appropriate themes for a presidential inauguration, especially that of the first black commander-in-chief. However the structure, delivery and overly free-style soul lacked the conviction and greatness of the occasion. Perhaps if Obama had read the poem, or a famous Hollywood actor like Denzel Washington, then the oratory would have overcome the lacklustre words, that is possible, yet doubtful

الشرح الثآلث:

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

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