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- Paradise No More at allpoetry
There's a twisted irony in the word paradise,
one that haunts me to this day - Weighing Facts at allpoetry
Loneliness bubbles slowly to the surface
seeping from weary pores and running across - The Withering at allpoetry
Skies sobbed ceaslessly
but always I was there with you,
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on Old by Paul Laurence Dunbar, on April 3A longing for slavery and oppression to be a thing of the past. Beautifully written.
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on Life's Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar, on April 3How utterly true. Humans are not content. We strive for perfection, when it is out of our reach because we are human, and we can't just be grateful for what we have.
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on Confirmation by Paul Laurence Dunbar, on April 3How unexpectedly suggestive lol! Its always great to see the glimpses into the personalities of the people who write or even do great things. We tend to glorify and de-humanize them, so its wonderful to re-connect to the human aspect and see a sense of humor.
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on Signs of the Times by Paul Laurence Dunbar, on April 3I love this. Dunbar is using the common speech of African Americans to drive home the differences between whites and blacks while also using this extended metaphor representing whites as smug, gobbling turkeys who don't realize their time is almost up, which I take to mean slavery isn't going to last forever.
Its also a religious poem in the sense that he is justifying God's lack of intervention as Him waiting until the right time, ie Thanksgiving. God is the farmer basically.
Truly creative and powerful.
