Liberty Bronze
Posted in Uncategorized on 07/11/2009 07:09 pm by admin Liberty Bronze
can you think of a metaphor for this poem?
Frederick Douglass
When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible thing, needful to man as air,
usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,
this man, superb in love and logic, this man
shall be remembered. Oh, not with statues' rhetoric,
not with legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,
but with the lives grown out of his life, the lives
fleshing his dream of the beautiful, needful thing.
from what i can gather, the man is an ex-slave, but he still does not feel "free" in society. What could i compare this to? I need a visual of it. Any thoughts or ideas can help
Perhaps someone who can be thought of as a "quiet hero".
I think he describes a man who showed great courage and strength to endure terrible events in his life. He finally emerges a free man and he is telling people he will be remembered. He won't be memorialized in the way public figures are. He will be remembered by the people he influenced during his journey to freedom. He feels that his actions may have helped them in their accomplishments, and so, by having that connection, they have added to or "fleshed out" his sense of achievement.
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