Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)
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Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar : 204 / 424
Morning
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
"'Tis morning, 'tis morning."
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: fairy, rose, kiss, together, rain, song, wind, love, house, tree
Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar : 204 / 424
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Excellent quite of the morning view
A beautiful free spirit.... appreciating all that costs nothing and just waits for eyes to appreciate....I shall remember this for its purity and freshness....tyvm karen
Quite excellent view of the morning
The poem says about morning glory in a beautiful way and kisses the heart of all!
Beautiful description. Dunbar was also known for being able to write beautiful poetry using what
was known as 'Negro dialect'. He gave a voice to those who had been totally ignored.
I personally love this morning. And it's portrayed so beautifully in this poem. It's so rythmic too.
Words bring hope, of a new dawning to life and a new freedom of life.
The wind hides in the trees till the rose says kiss me please? Mental and emotional mush.
Very nice happy poem-a good morning feel to it lovely verse.
Waht a beautiful, word-painting of love in the freshness of morning! It reminds me of a wonderful man I have known for 50 years.