This week I will be doing a close reading of leopold sedar senghor poem letter to a prisoner. "I write you from the solitude of my precious—and closely guarded—Residence of my black skin. Fortunate are my friends Who know nothing of the icy walls and the brightly lit. Apartments that sterilize every seed on the ancestors’ masks And even the memories of love.You know nothing of the good white bread, milk, and salt, or those substantial dishes that do not nourish, that separate the refined from the boulevard crowds, Sleepwalkers who have renounced their human identity
Chameleons deaf to change, and their shame locks you In your cage of solitude. You know nothing of restaurants and swimming pools Forbidden to noble black blood And Science and Humanity erecting their police lines At the borders of
negritude. Must I shout louder? Tell me, can you hear me? I no longer recognize white men, my brothers,
like this evening at the cinema, so lost were they beyond the void made around my skin (p. 682 -683)". I don't know why but this stood out to me the most because is was talking about a person writing a letter to a prisoner and he also seems to understand what the prisoner is going as well. This text is basically saying that he is writing to him a person who sees himself as a pensioner. He also talks about race a lit bit saying that there is still this segregation of black people, yet he see people as all the same not the color of there skin. He uses a lot of words that paint a picture of scene as well as words that he use to compare things and people. Before I really did this analysis I thought the theme or thesis to his poem was something else like comparing someone free to someone who is a prisoner which is part of it but there was much more to it. What this tells me about the author is he was born into a period were racism was big in society as well as him trying to understand what do people treat each other different just because of the color of there skin. So the thesis of this poem to me is two parts one is the idea of freedom and the second is race, so its how can and does race restrict your freedom.
leopold sedar senghor "Letter to a prisoner". The Norton Anthology World Literature, Third Edition, Vol. E. Martin Puchner. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2012. Pages 676-686.