I found Countee Cullen's poem "From The Dark Tower" to be very interesting. The title itself gave me the impression that the speaker is some type of night watchman who was possibly watching over a field but could have just as well have been a planter who uses the planting and nature terminology to metaphorically relate to life issues. I think the first lines: We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment …showed first 75 words of 766 total…

…showed last 75 words of 766 total…them in. A society in which these old black men were then and still are pariahs in. The poems setting and situation are hard to tell but I believe that it is somewhere down south and they are sitting on a porch or talking in front of a corner store talking during the summer where a man is selling lemonade. The subject matter appears to be Black men that had dreams bust in their faces.