Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

281. Sympathy 1/3/2003
282. Temptation 4/2/2010
283. The Awakening 4/2/2010
284. The Barrier 12/31/2002
285. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
286. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
287. The Capture 4/2/2010
288. The Change 4/2/2010
289. The Change Has Come 4/2/2010
290. The Chase 4/2/2010
291. The Colored Band 4/2/2010
292. The Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
293. The Conquerors 4/2/2010
294. The Corn-Stalk Fiddle 4/2/2010
295. The Crisis 4/2/2010
296. The Dance 4/2/2010
297. The Death Of The First Born 4/2/2010
298. The Debt 1/1/2004
299. The Delinquent 4/2/2010
300. The Deserted Plantation 4/2/2010
301. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
302. The Discovery 4/2/2010
303. The Disturber 4/2/2010
304. The Dove 4/2/2010
305. The Dreamer 4/2/2010
306. The End Of The Chapter 4/2/2010
307. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
308. The Forest Greeting 4/2/2010
309. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
310. The Garret 4/2/2010
311. The Gourd 4/2/2010
312. The Haunted Oak 1/1/2004
313. The King Is Dead 4/2/2010
314. The Knight 4/2/2010
315. The Lapse 4/2/2010
316. The Lawyers' Ways 1/1/2004
317. The Lesson 4/2/2010
318. The Lily Of The Valley 4/2/2010
319. The Looking-Glass 4/2/2010
320. The Lover And The Moon 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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Encouragement

WHO dat knockin' at de do'?
Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho!
Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad
You come down. I t'ought you's
mad
At me 'bout de othah night,
An' was stayin' 'way fu' spite.
Say, now, was you mad fu' true
W'en I kin' o' laughed at you?

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