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Comment 13 of 133, added on February 2nd, 2006 at 9:26 PM.
Dunbar does allude to slavery,racism and restrictions-all of which Maya
Angelou encountered in her young life in Stamps, Arkansas. She chose the
caged bird as the title of her autobiography; she, too felt the negativity
Dunbar did but also saw the positiveness in the cage. Stamps was her cage,
her cocoon into which she could crawl and be protected from the harshness
of her world.
Penny from United States
Comment 12 of 133, added on January 18th, 2006 at 9:22 PM.
this poem is about reality that everyone had and has and will have feeling
about it. slavery and racism are all over the world ,but only afew of us
stand up and sayor write something out loud agaist it. I respect everyone
who looks for the freedom....keep your head up.
Comment 11 of 133, added on December 16th, 2005 at 2:59 PM.
i love that poem because most people can relate to what the peom vibe that
it is giving off. and it touch me because i do feel like a caged bird at
times.and people can relate to it in diferent ways.
Brion'ka Crockett from United States
Comment 10 of 133, added on December 15th, 2005 at 6:06 PM.
Paul Laurence Dunbar portrays the struggles of everyday man through the use
of the caged bird. The cage symbolizes entrapement and represents society's
restrictions and boundaries. The bird's endless struggle for freedom is
restricted by the very bars of the cage. Yet the bird doesn't ever give in.
He continues to persevere and beat his wings against the cage in an effort
to escape. Dunbar demonstrates man's desire to be a part of a world which
they are denied access to.
Bryan from United States
Comment 9 of 133, added on December 13th, 2005 at 5:03 PM.
I like this poem because it has to do with every person. Everyone has felt
like a caged bird at least one time in their lives.It feels good to know
that I am not the only one who feels trapped sometimes.
Kari from United States
Comment 8 of 133, added on December 7th, 2005 at 9:48 AM.
I believe that we all do know how a caged bird may feel
because i know that there are times in which every one may feel as if they
are that caged bird at some point in time so this alowes us to under stand
why the caged bird sings
Zachary from United States
Comment 7 of 133, added on December 5th, 2005 at 11:08 PM.
Sympathy is about slavery, racism, and societal restrictions placed on
African Americans. Paul L. Dunbar uses symbollism to portray the emotions
of a people restricted from a world they wish to be a part of.
heather prichard from United States
Comment 6 of 133, added on December 1st, 2005 at 8:47 PM.
I can hear that matress squeak dont you hear me when i speak. This here
clock dont struck off 6, caroline bring me dem a sticks. ah you down sir ah
you down, look here dont you dare to frown. Take that comb and fix your
head, looks just like a featherbed, look here boy i let you see you cant
roll your eyes at me
from United States
Comment 5 of 133, added on November 11th, 2005 at 10:31 PM.
Who wrote the poem;
Abu ben adom, may his tribe increase. Awoke one night from a deep dream of
peace. He saw within the moonlight of his room, an angel writing in a book
of gold, exuding peace made Ben Adom bold. "What are you writing?' ask Ben
Adom. "The names of those whom love the lord". Is mine one?" ask Ben
Adom. "No". Ben Adom spoke lower; "Then, I pray thee, write me as one
whom love his fellow man!"
The angel wrote, then vanished. The next night the angel appeared with a
great awakening light. "What are thee writing?" ask Ben Adom.
"The names of those whom the love of God had blessed". Ben Adom name led
all the rest.
Comment 4 of 133, added on November 11th, 2005 at 10:17 PM.
I remember that poem from grade school. But, I haven't seen or heard about
Liza, Liza Bless the Lord
Liza, Liza, bless the lord, don't you know the days are broad. If you
don't get up, you scamp, dat'll be trouble in dis here camp. Tink I'm
gonna let you sleep, while I make yo' board & keep. Dat's a pretty "how da
do'. Don't you hear me calling you? Bet if I come cross dat flo, you won't
find no time to sno'. Daylight all a shining in, while you sleep, why it's
a sin. Ain't that candlelight enough, for you to burn up all dat snuff.
And you go the morning through, burning up the daylight, too. Lize! Don't
you hear me call. No use turning to dat wall.
---Know the rest?
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