Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

321. De Critters' Dance 4/2/2010
322. Day 4/2/2010
323. Dawn 4/2/2010
324. Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine 4/2/2010
325. Curtain 4/2/2010
326. Curiosity 4/2/2010
327. Conscience And Remorse 4/2/2010
328. Confirmation 1/3/2003
329. Confessional 4/2/2010
330. Compensation 11/22/2014
331. Comparison 4/2/2010
332. Communion 4/2/2010
333. Common Things 1/3/2003
334. Columbian Ode 4/2/2010
335. Circumstances Alter Cases 4/2/2010
336. Christmas In The Heart 4/2/2010
337. Christmas Carol 4/2/2010
338. Christmas 4/2/2010
339. Chrismus On The Plantation 4/2/2010
340. Chrismus Is A-Comin' 4/2/2010
341. Changing Time 4/2/2010
342. By The Stream 4/2/2010
343. By Rugged Ways 4/2/2010
344. Breaking The Charm 4/2/2010
345. Booker T. Washington 4/2/2010
346. Blue 4/2/2010
347. Black Sampson Of Brandywine 4/2/2010
348. Beyond The Years 4/2/2010
349. Bein' Back Home 4/2/2010
350. Behind The Arras 4/2/2010
351. Ballade 4/2/2010
352. Ballad 4/2/2010
353. At The Tavern 1/1/2004
354. At Sunset Time 4/2/2010
355. At Night 4/2/2010
356. At Lofting-Holt 4/2/2010
357. At Cheshire Cheese 4/2/2010
358. At Candle-Lightin' Time 4/2/2010
359. Appreciation 4/2/2010
360. Angelina 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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To Dan

STEP me now a bridal measure,
Work give way to love and leisure,
Hearts be free and hearts be gay --
Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.

Diagnosis, cease your squalling --
Check that scalpel's senseless bawling,
Put that ugly knife away --
Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.

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