Lesson:
We went over Soweto Road as a class.
We then analyzed 3 poems in groups as a class. If you were absent, use poetry buddy to analyze the following poem.
HINT! It is about SOuth Africa!:
Motho Ke Motho Ka Batho Babang
(A Person Is a Person Because of Other People)
By holding my mirror out of the window I see
Clear to the end of the passage.
There’s a person down there,
A prisoner polishing a doorhandle.
In the mirror, I see him see
My face in the mirror,
I see the fingertips of his free hand
Bunch together, as if to make
An object the size of a badge
Which travels up to his forehead
The place of an imaginary cap.
(This means: A warder)
Two fingers extend in a vee
And wiggle like two antennae.
(He’s being watched.)
A finger of his free hand makes a watch-hand’s arc
On the wrist of his polishing arm without
Disrupting the slow-slow rhythm of his work
(Later, Maybe, later we can speak)
Hey, Wat maak jy daar?
-a voice around the corner.
No, just polishing baas.
He turns back to me, now watch
His free hand, the talkative one,
Slips quietly behind
--Strength brother, it says,
In my mirror,
A black fist
HMKW:
Final South Africa Project due next class
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