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 Death Of The First Born 4/2/2010
11. The Delinquent 4/2/2010
12. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
13. The Discovery 4/2/2010
14. The Disturber 4/2/2010
15. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
16. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
17. The Garret 4/2/2010
18. The Gourd 4/2/2010
19. The Lapse 4/2/2010
20. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
21. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
22. The Murdered Lover 4/2/2010
23. The Masters 4/2/2010
24. The Mystic Sea 4/2/2010
25. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
26. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
27. The Photograph 4/2/2010
28. The Rising Of The Storm 4/2/2010
29. The Plantation Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
30. The Song 4/2/2010
31. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
32. The Valse 4/2/2010
33. The Voice Of The Banjo 4/2/2010
34. Two Songs 4/2/2010
35. Unexpressed 4/2/2010
36. Twilight 4/2/2010
37. The Visitor 4/2/2010
38. The Wooing 4/2/2010
39. The Wraith 4/2/2010
40. The Sum 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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