Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

The Dilettante: A Modern Type - Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

HE scribbles some in prose and verse,
And now and then he prints it;
He paints a little, — gathers some
Of Nature's gold and mints it.
He plays a little, sings a song,
Acts tragic roles, or funny;
He does, because his love is strong,
But not, oh, not for money!
He studies almost everything
From social art to science;
A thirsty mind, a flowing spring,
Demand and swift compliance.
He looms above the sordid crowd —
At least through friendly lenses;
While his mamma looks pleased and proud,
And kindly pays expenses.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010



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