Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

1. Reluctance 4/2/2010
2. Right's Security 4/2/2010
3. Speakin' At De Cou'T-House 4/2/2010
4. Speakin' O' Christmas 4/2/2010
5. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
6. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
7. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
8. The Dance 4/2/2010
9. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
10. The Garret 4/2/2010
11. The Gourd 4/2/2010
12. The Lapse 4/2/2010
13. The Masters 4/2/2010
14. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
15. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
16. The Murdered Lover 4/2/2010
17. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
18. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
19. The Mystic Sea 4/2/2010
20. The Photograph 4/2/2010
21. The Plantation Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
22. The Rising Of The Storm 4/2/2010
23. The Sand-Man 4/2/2010
24. The Song 4/2/2010
25. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
26. The Valse 4/2/2010
27. The Voice Of The Banjo 4/2/2010
28. The Sum 4/2/2010
29. The Wooing 4/2/2010
30. The Wraith 4/2/2010
31. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
32. Till The Wind Gets Right 4/2/2010
33. Time To Tinker 'Roun'! 4/2/2010
34. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
35. To A Lady Playing The Harp 4/2/2010
36. To Pfrimmer 4/2/2010
37. To The Eastern Shore 4/2/2010
38. To The Memory Of Mary Young 4/2/2010
39. To An Ingrate 4/2/2010
40. Trouble In De Kitchen 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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FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.

We is all constructed diff'ent, d'ain't no two of us de same;
We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame.
Ef we'se good, we need n't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin'
We gits in

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