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The Sympathy Sisters chose to tackle one of our poetry assignments for their website project. The poem Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar is a very moving and vivid poem, and the ladies worked very hard trying to convey that to their audience. I hope you enjoy their work. | |
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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 it's chalice steals - I know what the caged bird feels! I know whay the caged bird beats his wing, Till it's 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 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! Jill B.'s essay on Sympathy Crystal M.'s biography of Paul Dunbar |
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