Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

1. Retort 4/2/2010
2. Right's Security 4/2/2010
3. Speakin' O' Christmas 4/2/2010
4. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
5. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
6. The Dance 4/2/2010
7. The Discovery 4/2/2010
8. The Garret 4/2/2010
9. The Gourd 4/2/2010
10. The Lapse 4/2/2010
11. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
12. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
13. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
14. The Photograph 4/2/2010
15. The Plantation Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
16. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
17. The Sum 4/2/2010
18. The Secret 4/2/2010
19. The Poet And The Baby 4/2/2010
20. The Pool 4/2/2010
21. The Quilting 4/2/2010
22. The Real Question 4/2/2010
23. The News 4/2/2010
24. The Mystery 4/2/2010
25. The Knight 4/2/2010
26. The Making Up 4/2/2010
27. The Colored Band 4/2/2010
28. The Corn-Stalk Fiddle 4/2/2010
29. The Crisis 4/2/2010
30. The Capture 4/2/2010
31. The Wooing 4/2/2010
32. The Wraith 4/2/2010
33. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
34. Till The Wind Gets Right 4/2/2010
35. Time To Tinker 'Roun'! 4/2/2010
36. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
37. The Visitor 4/2/2010
38. To Pfrimmer 4/2/2010
39. To The Eastern Shore 4/2/2010
40. To The Memory Of Mary Young 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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Signs Of The Times

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-comin' in de night,
Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
Possum keepin' out o' sight.
Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
Nary a step so proud ez his;
Keep on struttin', Mistah Tu'key,
Yo' do' know whut time it is.
Cidah press commence a-squeakin'

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