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Comment 8 of 188, 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 188, 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 188, 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 188, 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 188, 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?
Comment 3 of 188, added on October 14th, 2005 at 9:43 PM.
i believe we all know why the caged bird sings, sometimes we all feel
trapped with hopes to break free
Ina from United States
Comment 2 of 188, added on July 17th, 2005 at 4:08 PM.
Where is the poem, Liza Liza bless the lord, dont you know today is the
broad. bet if I come cross that flo, you wont find any time to slo.
daylight all ah shinning in and you laying up there sleeping why its a sin.
If you dont get up you scamp you going to have trouble by this here
etc..... Please email me the URL for this one.
myron o. camps
from United States
Comment 1 of 188, added on April 4th, 2005 at 6:20 AM.
excelent peice of work....
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