Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

401. Accountability 1/1/2004
402. A Sailor's Song 4/2/2010
403. A Lost Dream 4/2/2010
404. A Lazy Day 4/2/2010
405. Old 1/3/2003
406. In The Morning 4/2/2010
407. A Confidence 4/2/2010
408. A Death Song 4/2/2010
409. Encouraged 12/31/2002
410. A Negro Love Song 1/1/2004
411. When Malindy Sings 1/20/2003
412. Common Things 1/3/2003
413. Frederick Douglass 3/10/2003
414. Douglass 1/3/2003
415. Ships That Pass In The Night 1/1/2004
416. Little Brown Baby 1/1/2004
417. A Choice 1/3/2003
418. If I Could But Forget 1/3/2003
419. Morning 12/31/2002
420. Summer In The South 1/3/2003
421. Sympathy 1/3/2003
422. A Golden Day 12/31/2002
423. Life's Tragedy 1/3/2003
424. We Wear The Mask 1/20/2003

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

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

    ignorance, just ignorance

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  • Orran Ainmire (4/10/2007 9:15:00 PM)

    I apologize to all for the fact that i'm using this comment box as a means of delivering a personal message, but i feel it must be done. Okay first off... Why Whitt Bell why? Why do you pollute the msg boards of a website dedicated to poetry and poets alike with phrases of 'i hate this guy, i think all poetry is stupid.'
    Its obvious you don't understand the greater meaning behind written works of literature and, in turn, it shows that your an illiterate twit who is a prime example of ignorance everywhere. Your kind infest the world and, like a parasite, feast on the living Word of others while producing nothing of your own. You are a hypocrite and a louse; you should spout your words of stupidity elsewhere. Leave us in peace.

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  • Whitt Bell (4/6/2007 1:41:00 PM)

    I have never in my life until the 9th grade poem project heard about this guy. I think he should of given up his life. I dont like him.

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Best Poem of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Life's Tragedy

It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,...

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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?