The first five of eight stanzas in Anne Bradstreet’s “The Prologue” reflect the speaker’s strong feelings towards men and women in poetry. She has noticed that women in poetry can possess the same “skill” as male poets, and makes the point that captains, kings, and wars are “for my mean pen… too superior things” (12, 3). However, there is a distinct shift in attitude and tone in the last three stanzas. The speaker shifts from a rampage reflecting her anger towards the situation to accepting both men and women’s roles in the world. There is a much calmer, more rational tone to the writing while the speaker requests “acknowledgement” (42). She asks that other poets simply “deign these lowly lines your eyes” rather than voicing her frustration (44). She compares her poetry to “unrefined ore” in contrast to the “glistering gold” poetry of men (47, 48). She does not ask for fame, but rather recognition for her work.
Despite apparent insult, the speaker never exerts gender equality in this poem. She points out that “men have precedency and still excel” during this time and that women are “what they are” (38, 37). She requests acknowledgement and respect for her work while recognizing that “men can do best” (40). She even offers male poets some incentive for recognizing her work, saying that “this mean and unrefined ore of mine / will make your glistering gold but more to shine” (47-48). The speaker takes the approach of convincing and inciting the male poets in this part of the poem rather than demanding acceptance.
Throughout Herman Melville’s short story “Bartleby the Scrivener A Story of Wall Street”, Bartleby remains a very mysterious character despite his major role. The narrator, and Bartleby’s employer, is continuously occupied by thoughts of Bartleby, attempting to gain the slightest glimpse into his history, lifestyle, or purpose in life. Once it is discovered that Bartleby has taken up residence in his office, the narrator begins putting a few pieces of Bartleby’s very complicated puzzle together. With little more than the occasional “I would prefer not to” from Bartleby’s mouth, much of his background and preferences are left up to the narrator’s imagination and innate talent for pinpointing people’s “histories” (384, 370).