Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

1. Speakin' At De Cou'T-House 4/2/2010
2. Speakin' O' Christmas 4/2/2010
3. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
4. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
5. The Rising Of The Storm 4/2/2010
6. The Sand-Man 4/2/2010
7. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
8. Two Songs 4/2/2010
9. To Pfrimmer 4/2/2010
10. To The Eastern Shore 4/2/2010
11. To The Memory Of Mary Young 4/2/2010
12. Trouble In De Kitchen 4/2/2010
13. The Visitor 4/2/2010
14. The Wooing 4/2/2010
15. The Wraith 4/2/2010
16. Till The Wind Gets Right 4/2/2010
17. Time To Tinker 'Roun'! 4/2/2010
18. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
19. To A Lady Playing The Harp 4/2/2010
20. To An Ingrate 4/2/2010
21. The Quilting 4/2/2010
22. Song Of Summer 4/2/2010
23. Roses And Pearls 4/2/2010
24. Scamp 4/2/2010
25. Snowin' 4/2/2010
26. Resignation 4/2/2010
27. Retort 4/2/2010
28. Reluctance 4/2/2010
29. Right's Security 4/2/2010
30. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
31. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
32. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
33. The Photograph 4/2/2010
34. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
35. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
36. The Discovery 4/2/2010
37. The Disturber 4/2/2010
38. The Death Of The First Born 4/2/2010
39. The Delinquent 4/2/2010
40. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
Best Poem of Paul Laurence Dunbar

We Wear The Mask

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 overwise,
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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To Dan

STEP me now a bridal measure,
Work give way to love and leisure,
Hearts be free and hearts be gay --
Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.

Diagnosis, cease your squalling --
Check that scalpel's senseless bawling,
Put that ugly knife away --
Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.

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