Reading Robert Frost poems as poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Yesterday, I interpreted the white American Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken" (1915) as a poem about a fugitive from enslavement by the African-American Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906). In a sense, when I read the poem that way, I find it even richer than it is when read as

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The road to freedom in Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “The Road Not Taken"

"The Road Not Taken", by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906), imagines a fugitive from enslavement deciding which road to take to freedom. The yellow birch forest he is passing through in autumn sheds its leaves on both possible routes and renders them indistinguishable from each other. The leaves may not have

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Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;

#PaulLaurenceDunbar (1899) #poetry #poem

@RocknRoll_Papy @NoelWauchope all Homo do pattern recognition; it is all too human to see and delight in recognizing sameness regardless whether it’s aesthetic facial symmetry or surface identity politiks from skin pigment to whatever whatever is being portly taught in schools. #samesamebutdifferent-wise Homo is fond of naming difference like a demon and using it as a foil while #id hides the bodies.

But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask! #paullaurencedunbar

Day

The gray dawn on the mountain top
Is slow to pass away.
Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
The golden God of day.
And then a light along the hills,
Your laughter silvery gay;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
You come and it is day

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Paul Laurence Dunbar. A poet I did not know about. A Black literary force I did not know about. Thank you, internet. https://theconversation.com/the-brief-but-shining-life-of-paul-laurence-dunbar-a-poet-who-gave-dignity-to-the-black-experience-191553
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The brief but shining life of Paul Laurence Dunbar, a poet who gave dignity to the Black experience

Paul Laurence Dunbar became the first Black writer to earn international acclaim through his poetry, essays and musical lyrics.

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