Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

1. Reluctance 4/2/2010
2. Retort 4/2/2010
3. Right's Security 4/2/2010
4. Speakin' At De Cou'T-House 4/2/2010
5. Speakin' O' Christmas 4/2/2010
6. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
7. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
8. The Change Has Come 4/2/2010
9. The Dance 4/2/2010
10. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
11. The Discovery 4/2/2010
12. The Disturber 4/2/2010
13. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
14. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
15. The Garret 4/2/2010
16. The Gourd 4/2/2010
17. The Lapse 4/2/2010
18. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
19. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
20. The Murdered Lover 4/2/2010
21. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
22. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
23. The Masters 4/2/2010
24. The Photograph 4/2/2010
25. The Plantation Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
26. The Sand-Man 4/2/2010
27. The Song 4/2/2010
28. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
29. The Valse 4/2/2010
30. The Voice Of The Banjo 4/2/2010
31. Two Songs 4/2/2010
32. Unexpressed 4/2/2010
33. Twilight 4/2/2010
34. The Visitor 4/2/2010
35. The Wooing 4/2/2010
36. Till The Wind Gets Right 4/2/2010
37. Time To Tinker 'Roun'! 4/2/2010
38. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
39. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
40. To A Lady Playing The Harp 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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Encouragement

WHO dat knockin' at de do'?
Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho!
Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad
You come down. I t'ought you's
mad
At me 'bout de othah night,
An' was stayin' 'way fu' spite.
Say, now, was you mad fu' true
W'en I kin' o' laughed at you?

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