Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

361. The Sum 4/2/2010
362. The Tryst 4/2/2010
363. The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed 4/2/2010
364. The Unlucky Apple 12/31/2002
365. The Unsung Heroes 4/2/2010
366. The Valse 4/2/2010
367. The Veteran 4/2/2010
368. The Visitor 4/2/2010
369. The Voice Of The Banjo 4/2/2010
370. The Warrior's Prayer 4/2/2010
371. The Wind And The Sea 4/2/2010
372. The Wooing 4/2/2010
373. The Wraith 4/2/2010
374. Then And Now 4/2/2010
375. Theology 1/3/2003
376. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
377. Till The Wind Gets Right 4/2/2010
378. Time To Tinker 'Roun'! 4/2/2010
379. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
380. To A Captious Critic 4/2/2010
381. To A Dead Friend 4/2/2010
382. To A Lady Playing The Harp 4/2/2010
383. To A Violet Found On All Saint's Day 4/2/2010
384. To An Ingrate 4/2/2010
385. To Dan 12/31/2002
386. To J.Q. 4/2/2010
387. To Louise 4/2/2010
388. To Pfrimmer 4/2/2010
389. To The Eastern Shore 4/2/2010
390. To The Memory Of Mary Young 4/2/2010
391. To The Miami 4/2/2010
392. To The Road 4/2/2010
393. To The South 4/2/2010
394. Toast To Dayton 4/2/2010
395. Trouble In De Kitchen 4/2/2010
396. Twell De Night Is Pas' 4/2/2010
397. Twilight 4/2/2010
398. Two Little Boots 4/2/2010
399. Two Songs 4/2/2010
400. Unexpressed 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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