Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

361. Love And Grief 4/2/2010
362. A Lazy Day 4/2/2010
363. Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes 4/2/2010
364. The Lawyers' Ways 1/1/2004
365. An Ante-Bellum Sermon 4/2/2010
366. A Banjo Song 4/2/2010
367. Thou Art My Lute 4/2/2010
368. For The Man Who Fails 4/2/2010
369. Her Thoughts And His 4/2/2010
370. Invitation To Love 4/2/2010
371. A Sailor's Song 4/2/2010
372. When All Is Done 4/2/2010
373. A Cabin Tale 4/2/2010
374. Not They Who Soar 4/2/2010
375. Forever 4/2/2010
376. Harriet Beecher Stowe 4/2/2010
377. A Confidence 4/2/2010
378. A Prayer 4/2/2010
379. A Christmas Folksong 4/2/2010
380. Dreams 4/2/2010
381. The Haunted Oak 1/1/2004
382. What's The Use 4/2/2010
383. A Death Song 4/2/2010
384. A Bridal Measure 4/2/2010
385. Theology 1/3/2003
386. A Farm House By The River 4/2/2010
387. A Poem Of Faith 4/2/2010
388. A Misty Day 4/2/2010
389. The Paradox 1/3/2003
390. The Made To Order Smile 1/3/2003
391. A Hymn 4/2/2010
392. When De Co'N Pone's Hot 1/1/2004
393. In The Morning 4/2/2010
394. The Unlucky Apple 12/31/2002
395. Life 4/2/2010
396. A Boy's Summer Song 4/2/2010
397. At The Tavern 1/1/2004
398. Dawn 4/2/2010
399. A Career 4/2/2010
400. October 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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Signs Of The Times

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-comin' in de night,
Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
Possum keepin' out o' sight.
Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
Nary a step so proud ez his;
Keep on struttin', Mistah Tu'key,
Yo' do' know whut time it is.
Cidah press commence a-squeakin'

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