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The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
"'Tis morning, 'tis morning."
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Claude H Oliver II
(9/23/2009 1:20:00 PM) |
Beautiful description. Dunbar was also known for being able to write beautiful poetry using what
was known as 'Negro dialect'. He gave a voice to those who had been totally ignored.
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Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton
(9/23/2009 12:11:00 PM) |
I personally love this morning. And it's portrayed so beautifully in this poem. It's so rythmic too.
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JOE POEWHIT
(9/23/2009 7:27:00 AM) |
Words bring hope, of a new dawning to life and a new freedom of life.
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Albert Ahearn
(9/23/2009 5:43:00 AM) |
A very gifted poet. Can you believe that the following poems are by the same poet?
What dreams we have and how they fly
Like rosy clouds across the sky;
Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,
Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they whither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jilting jade —
The fame that for a moment gleams,
Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!
(From Dreams)
'Sunshine on de medders,
Greenness on de way;
Dat's de blessed reason
I sing all de day.'
Look hyeah! What you axing'?
What meks me so merry?
'Spect to see me sighin'
W'en hit's wa'm in Febawary?
(From A warm day in winter)
This is what I meant by being gifted.
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Kevin Straw
(9/23/2009 5:39:00 AM) |
The wind hides in the trees till the rose says kiss me please? Mental and emotional mush.
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Yen Cress
(9/24/2007 12:54:00 AM) |
Waht a beautiful, word-painting of love in the freshness of morning! It reminds me of a wonderful man I have known for 50 years.
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