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Tenets of the literature:
A. Filled with emotion
B. Rebelled against traditional roles
C. Somber tones
D.  Write to entertain

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"We Wear the Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar Analysis

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"We Wear the Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar Analysis

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The poem, "We Wear the Mask" was written in 1896 and belongs to the Realism time period. The message of the poem is that people do not show their true emotions and feelings and that instead the hide it behind a "mask." In this poem, Dunbar uses the tenets of irony and descriptive detail to further his theme. Throughout the poem, he also uses figurative devices such as metaphors and hyperbole.

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"Mirror" by Sylvia Plath was written in 1961 and belongs to the Contemporary time period. In the poem, the speaker which is a mirror is being personified to seem more human and real. It considers itself harsh but true. Plath uses the tenets of stream of consciousness and the blending of fantasy/reality in her poem.

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1.) He was the first African American author to gain public recognition
2.) He was unhappy with his poems
3.) He fought with the Union army in the Civil War

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1.) She was a severely depressed person all her life
2.) She sometimes wrote under the pseudonym of Victoria Lucas
3.) In 2003, a biopic was made about her life called Sylvia

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"We Wear the Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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"We Wear the Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

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The time period of this poem is contemporary. During this time period, many authors focused their literature on stream of consciousness and they varied different styles of writing.

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The time period of this poem is Realism. During this time period authors focused their literature on descriptive detail, stereotyped characters, and gave an objective manner on life . The audience is shown Richard Cory's sadness in the final lines of his suicide.

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So much depends on

A black Bic pen                   Stream of consciousness

Which shines brightly         Varied forms of style/content

Besides the notebook

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Whenever he came to school,

We in the halls looked at him:

He looked different like a fool,          Descriptive Detail

Tall and acted on a whim.

And he was always to himself,

And always seen with that hat;

Always seen near a bookshelf,

And never wanted to chat.                  Stereotyped Characters

So every day he came and past,

And we gawked and stared;

Then one day he had a cast,            Objective Manner

And we never know what he impaired.