My, my fickle heart! This vile day
Bleeds into the night, fickle lies!
Decadence, Oh how he lies! a lone castaway
Born from pure benevolence, he invites.
A naive soul, stifled by ecstasy and bliss
Remains, tender inebriation grips my soul,
I feel a sigh of relief escape my lips
As he is able to recount the names he stole.
A life adorned with reluctance belongs to me;
And here I await the vivacity of the sun.
Why must he blind me with clouds of obscurity?
Clarity! Heavenly clarity! He has not yet won
This day, this night, my will! They show no grace!
Now, declarations at dawn state decadence stays.
Claude McKay was a significant figure during the Harlem Renaissance, who produced copious poems. His poem, The Tired Worker, is the epitome of personified emotion in sonnet form, and I attempted to emulate this. I searched for various themes that many individuals of a modern audience can relate to, and that is being blinded by the indulgences of life. Immorality plagues us as human beings to the point where it obscures some of the most important factors of just being alive. McKay’s poem depicts the desire for rest from the tedious routine of the day as the speaker yearns for the night to arrive. In contrast, I wanted my speaker to dread the night that she is enduring and instead find comfort in the day. The night is where she feeds into her horrid thoughts. Both themes in these poems sense inconsistency as the day switches to night. At first I wanted to create a parody that poked a few jokes here and there, but I was unable to find it fitting for this specific poem. McKay’s poem is written in iambic pentameter, which made my job easier when writing my own impression. I tried to follow the line placement as well as the punctuation to emphasize the comparison and reference between my poem and McKay’s. McKay’s speaker indulges in the night only to awake to another monotonous day of work without the benefits of it. The speaker in my impression is haunted by these indulgences and struggles to seek balance between decadence and virtue. The rhyme scheme is extremely important as it adds substance and tone to each word and line the reader experiences. The Tired Worker possesses a tone that enchants the reader with motherly intonations when the speaker says “her” or “gently.” These tones are a necessity in McKay’s poem as well as in mine. There is a discernable rhyme scheme in McKay’s poem, it consists of an ababcdcd etc. until the last couplet that has the same rhyme. It was not as hard as I thought it was gonna be to create a paralleled rhyme scheme. However, the overall structure of the original poem was a bit difficult to maintain in my imitation. I do believe that my poem’s structure is similar, just not the exact same. The basic elements that Claude McKay uses are evident in my imitation: personification, imagery, and diction. Decadence is personified as this malicious creature that controls the speaker while in McKay’s poem the night is personified as a benign blanket of comfort.
Emily Pu