by Maya Angelou
Stanza 4 Summary
Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
- Sigh. Yet more alone-ness.
- Want to hear our spiel on why this repetition is interesting? Check out what we have to say about Stanza 2.
People who Shmooped this also Shmooped...