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  • on Old by Paul Laurence Dunbar, on April 3
    A longing for slavery and oppression to be a thing of the past. Beautifully written.

  • How 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.

  • How 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.

  • I 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.