The+Tropics+in+New+York-Discussion+of+the+Speaker

In this poem the person telling the story talks in first person. The mood of the poem is a mixture of sadness because of being in New York, but then happy because he remebers his life growing up in jamaica and how pleasant it was. He talks about "fruit trees laden by low-singing rills "and "bananas ripe and green, and ginger root". This shows that life for him was way different than now. You can see all of this through the way he talks. He uses lots of imagery and descriptive words that make you feel like your sitting there in New york actually imagining Jamaica with its "dewy dawns, and mystical blue skies". Throughout the peom though the mood changes up and down quite a bit. As he remebers certain stuff it gets to the point where he feels he cant look any more "My eyes grew dim" and starts to cry "I turned aside and bowed my head and wept". This was the lowest point of the story and happens to be the end.