Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

1. Reluctance 4/2/2010
2. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
3. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
4. The Change Has Come 4/2/2010
5. The Dance 4/2/2010
6. The Death Of The First Born 4/2/2010
7. The Delinquent 4/2/2010
8. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
9. The Discovery 4/2/2010
10. The Disturber 4/2/2010
11. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
12. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
13. The Garret 4/2/2010
14. The Gourd 4/2/2010
15. The Lapse 4/2/2010
16. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
17. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
18. The Murdered Lover 4/2/2010
19. The Masters 4/2/2010
20. The Mystic Sea 4/2/2010
21. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
22. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
23. The Photograph 4/2/2010
24. The Sand-Man 4/2/2010
25. The Song 4/2/2010
26. The Stirrup Cup 4/2/2010
27. The Valse 4/2/2010
28. Two Songs 4/2/2010
29. Unexpressed 4/2/2010
30. To An Ingrate 4/2/2010
31. To Pfrimmer 4/2/2010
32. To The Eastern Shore 4/2/2010
33. To The Memory Of Mary Young 4/2/2010
34. The Visitor 4/2/2010
35. The Wooing 4/2/2010
36. The Wraith 4/2/2010
37. To E. H. K. 4/2/2010
38. The Sum 4/2/2010
39. The Secret 4/2/2010
40. The Poet And The Baby 4/2/2010

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

  • Alan Bradbury (4/25/2015 6:41:00 PM)

    From the book Wisdom & Whimsy: The Poetry of Roxanne Head (Lulu.com,2006)
    Paul Laurance Dunbar. Besides myself, he is my favorite poet.
    The great Negro poet, who was active in the early 1900s and died young of tuberculosis?
    No. Langston Hughes was a great Negro poet. Paul Dunbar is a great poet, period. The fact that his skin was black is irrelevant.

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  • Bill Bob (1/12/2015 2:11:00 PM)

    Why is he black like 4 real

  • * Sunprincess * (6/27/2014 9:29:00 AM)

    .............happy birthday paul laurence dunbar! ! !

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  • Mohlouoa Ntsasa (9/28/2013 7:17:00 AM)

    Dr Mohlouoa Ntsasa a South African prolific novelist, poet laureate, motivational speaker, acclaimed linguist, celebrated actor and academic. Mohlouoa Ntsasa is the first African Poet, to research and write for twelve years (12 years) a poetry book called “Poetry” that has all sixty one (61) known forms of poetry in one book, thus includes but not limited to: Acrostics, Anagrams, Canzones, Epigrams, Limericks, Monosyllabics, Palindromes, Rondeaus, Sestinas, Tercets etc, etc. Moreover, he wrote the second longest Palindrome Poem in the world, the first longest palindrome poem is 224 words written by Demetri Martin's and his is 335 words breaking the world record.


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    CLOSE HABIT (TYPE OF POEM: GHAZAL)

    I sniffed a habit called close
    I cut my heart to see you close

    I kiss your hands and neck
    Each time I pull you close

    I kiss your cheeks and eyes
    For keeping your beauty close

    I kiss your pains and tears
    Each time your wound close

    I kiss your world with a seal
    Nobody jealous can get close

    I kiss your shadow and smell
    Now for worry gap you close

    I kiss your lingerie’s and rings
    Behind each door you close

    I kiss your tongue and lips
    For every secret you disclose

    I kiss your divorce certificate
    Until I find someone close

    April 11,2011 by Mohlouoa Ntsasa

  • Russ Newsom (5/8/2013 6:43:00 AM)

    Incredible men should not be forgotten. Thank you Mr. Dunbar for your works.

  • Armando Lopez (6/21/2012 5:55:00 PM)

    I live on his street (N.P.L. DUNBAR ST., DAYTON, OH.,) and i am in sheer awe, as a poet myself, of the brilliance and talent of this precious man who lived 33 yrs. What a talent, and his final home is so beautiful! r.i.p. Paul.

  • Evelyn Morgan (4/17/2012 9:07:00 AM)

    I remember reading Paul Dunbar in high school and in a college poetry course. His words are not only profound, but they also read like music to the ears. He speaks from the heart about feelings that are not only evoking the black experience, but life experience. Try reading his poems aloud especially those in dialect. It's worth the extra effort.

  • Ben Highpriest (11/8/2011 9:04:00 PM)

    Paul Laurence Dunbar is the greatest example of what was wrong with Thomas Jefferson's views that blacks had no sense of poetry. Sure, he wrote in the sty; e of the most noted white poets of the day. But there are powerful metaphors in his words that are sometimes sad. Mostly, though he proved that education would render Jefferson wrong. His mother, while a slave, took in as much as she could from the poetry readings in the house where she worked. Did T.J., have such events? Paul learned the power of education from her. The other idiots who left there comments here know nothing about history and sound as if they think Dunbar was writing this stuff today, like a rap artist.
    ben

  • Habib Noori (9/23/2011 1:49:00 PM)

    ignorance, just ignorance

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!

Read the full of We Wear The Mask

Theology

There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray
If there were not, where would my neighbours go?

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