Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

41. A Song (#2) 4/2/2010
42. A Song (#3) 4/2/2010
43. A Song (#3) 4/2/2010
44. A Spiritual 4/2/2010
45. A Spring Wooing 4/2/2010
46. A Starry Night 4/2/2010
47. A Summer Pastoral 4/2/2010
48. A Summer's Night 4/2/2010
49. A Thanksgiving Poem 4/2/2010
50. A Warm Day In Winter 4/2/2010
51. A Winter's Day 4/2/2010
52. Absence 4/2/2010
53. Accountability 1/1/2004
54. Advice 4/2/2010
55. After A Visit 4/2/2010
56. After Many Days 4/2/2010
57. After The Quarrel 4/2/2010
58. After While. A Poem Of Faith 4/2/2010
59. Alexander Crummell--Dead 4/2/2010
60. Alice 4/2/2010
61. An Ante-Bellum Sermon 4/2/2010
62. An Easy Goin' Feller 4/2/2010
63. An Old Memory 4/2/2010
64. Anchored 4/2/2010
65. Angelina 4/2/2010
66. Appreciation 4/2/2010
67. At Candle-Lightin' Time 4/2/2010
68. At Cheshire Cheese 4/2/2010
69. At Lofting-Holt 4/2/2010
70. At Night 4/2/2010
71. At Sunset Time 4/2/2010
72. At The Tavern 1/1/2004
73. Ballad 4/2/2010
74. Ballade 4/2/2010
75. Behind The Arras 4/2/2010
76. Bein' Back Home 4/2/2010
77. Beyond The Years 4/2/2010
78. Black Sampson Of Brandywine 4/2/2010
79. Blue 4/2/2010
80. Booker T. Washington 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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