What America means to someone is a greatly personal matter. With “I Hear America Singing” and “I, Too”, two artists give their views, and the poems, written years apart, pair well together. Whitman celebrates those who can sing, while Hughes speaks for those who are silenced.
Whitman sails over flowing description, showing the tales of Americans in lush colors. Their calls spring from the text. Quilted together, the voices of ordinary America form a tapestry, made of workers. Idols are not spoken of, and there is no mention of heroes some push to be gods. The government is not celebrated, neither is the president. The calls come from our neighbors, and we can add onto them. If they can sing, we can sing, and together we’ll make a beautiful
Whitman sails over flowing description, showing the tales of Americans in lush colors. Their calls spring from the text. Quilted together, the voices of ordinary America form a tapestry, made of workers. Idols are not spoken of, and there is no mention of heroes some push to be gods. The government is not celebrated, neither is the president. The calls come from our neighbors, and we can add onto them. If they can sing, we can sing, and together we’ll make a beautiful