Soliloquy Of A Turkey

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Soliloquy of a TurkeyDey 's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' inde blowin' of de breeze,An' I 's feelin' kin' o' squeamish in denight;I 's a-walkin' 'roun' a-lookin' at dediffunt style o' trees,An' a-measurin' dey thickness an' deyheight.Fu' dey 's somep'n mighty 'spicious inde looks de da'kies give,Ez dey pass me an' my fambly on de'groun',

So it 'curs to me dat lakly, ef I caihs to try an' live,It concehns me fu' to 'mence to lookerroun'.

Snow 's a-fallin' on de medders, allerroun' me now is white,But I 's still kep' on a-roostin' on defence;Isham comes an' feels my breas'bone, an'he hefted me las' night,An' he 's gone erroun' a-grinnin' evah sence.'T ain't de snow dat meks me shivah;'t ain't de col' dat meks me shake;'T ain't de wintah-time itse'f dat 's'fectin me;But I t'ink de time is comin', an' I 'dbettah mek a break,Fu' to set wid Mistah Possum in histree.

W'en you hyeah de da'kies singin', an'de quahtahs all is gay,'T ain't de time fu' birds lak me to beerroun';W'en de hick'ry chips is flyin', an' delog 's been ca'ied erway,Den hit 's dang'ous to be roostin' nigh de groun'.Grin on, Isham! Sing on, da'kies! ButI flop my wings an' goFu' de sheltah of de ve'y highest tree,Fu' dey 's too much close ertention -- an' dey 's too much fallin' snow --An' it 's too nigh Chris'mus mo'nin' now fu' me.

Dey 's a cu'ious kin' o' shivah runnin' up an' down my back,An' I feel my feddahs rufflin' all deday,An' my laigs commence to trimble evah blessid step I mek;W'en I sees a ax, I tu'ns my headaway.

Folks is go'gin' me wid goodies, an' dey 's treatin' me wid caih,An' I 's fat in spite of all dat I kin do.I 's mistrus'ful of de kin'ness dat 's erroun' me evahwhaih,Fu' it 's jes' too good, an' frequent,to be true.

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

• Pastoral

• A B A B

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

anapest (~~/ )

iamb ( ~/)spondee (//)

dactyl ( /~~)trochee ( /~ )

Dey 's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' inde blowin' of de breeze,An' I 's feelin' kin' o' squeamish in denight;I 's a-walkin' 'roun' a-lookin' at dediffunt style o' trees,An' a-measurin' dey thickness an' deyheight.Fu' dey 's somep'n mighty 'spicious inde looks de da'kies give,Ez dey pass me an' my fambly on de'groun',

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

• Escaping eminent doom!

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

• What SYMBOLISM is used in the poem?

*Change because the turkey knows that the season is changing because of the different colors of the sky and he knows that his life is coming to an end.

Soliloquy Of A Turkey• How is IMAGERY used? Give examples of similes and metaphors from the poem.

• Imagery is used to depict the scene of the changing of season from Fall to Winter. For example the turkey is noticing how the leaves are changing and the weather changes from breezy to cold and snowy.

• We think the poem is an overall metaphor of slave who’s figured out how to outsmart his master and is planning to escape to the freedom land.

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

The title is exactly what the poem is about. The turkey is living it’s last few days of life on pins and needles waiting to become it’s master’s dinner.

Soliloquy Of A Turkey

The poem is about a turkey coming to terms with the fact they he may potentially be someone’s dinner.

About the Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar

• Paul Laurence Dunbar was the first African-American poet to garner national critical acclaim. Born in Dayton, Ohio, in 1872, Dunbar penned a large body of dialect poems, standard English poems, essays, novels and short stories before he died at the age of 33. His work often addressed the difficulties encountered by members of his race and the efforts of African-Americans to achieve equality in America. He was praised both by the prominent literary critics of his time and his literary contemporaries.

My Original Poem

By

Michael and Candyce

The Rebellion Of A Turkey

I’s knows I should run,

I’s knows I should hide. It concehns me that I’m done,

Massah wants a bite out of my side.

Evahwhaih I go,The humans lick their lips,And A’ fallin is the snow,

And the wintah breeze it nips.

I’s gotsta run away from here,I gotsta run reals far.

Why can’t they eat a deer,Or those pig feet in that jar?

I can’t sit around and wait,to be served with gravy and dressin’,I don’t wanna be on massah’s plate,

I’m running away this is too depressin’!

Presented by: Michael and Candyce

Date September 21, 2009 Class