As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun! By: Langston Hughes
TP-CASTT Poetry Analysis
TITLE: Consider the title and make a prediction about what the poem is about. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
PARAPHRASE: Translate the poem line by line into your own words on a literal level. Look for complete thoughts (sentences may be inverted) and look up unfamiliar words. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
CONNOTATION: Examine the poem for meaning beyond the literal. Look for figurative language, imag- ery, and sound elements. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
ATTITUDE/TONE: Notice the speaker’s tone and attitude. Humor? Sarcasm? Awe? _____________________________________________________________________________________________
SHIFTS: Note any shifts or changes in speaker or attitude. Look for key words, time change, punctuation. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
TITLE: Examine the title again, this time on an interpretive level. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
THEME: Briefly state in your own words what the poem is about (subject), then what the poet is saying about the subject (theme).
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As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun! By: Langston Hughes
TP-CASTT Poetry Analysis
TITLE: Consider the title and make a prediction about what the poem is about
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