Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

401. Vagrants 4/2/2010
402. Vengeance Is Sweet 4/2/2010
403. Wadin' In De Crick 4/2/2010
404. Waiting 4/2/2010
405. We Wear The Mask 1/20/2003
406. Weltschmertz 4/2/2010
407. What's The Use 4/2/2010
408. When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked 4/2/2010
409. When All Is Done 4/2/2010
410. When De Co'N Pone's Hot 1/1/2004
411. When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
412. When Malindy Sings 1/20/2003
413. When Sam'L Sings 4/2/2010
414. When The Old Man Smokes 4/2/2010
415. When Winter Darkening All Around 4/2/2010
416. Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did 4/2/2010
417. Whistling Sam 4/2/2010
418. Whittier 4/2/2010
419. Why Fades A Dream 4/2/2010
420. Winter Song 4/2/2010
421. Winter's Approach 4/2/2010
422. With The Lark 4/2/2010
423. Worn Out 4/2/2010
424. Yesterday And To-Morrow 4/2/2010

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

  • 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.

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


WHO dat knockin' at de do'?
Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho!
Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad
You come down. I t'ought you's
At me 'bout de othah night,
An' was stayin' 'way fu' spite.
Say, now, was you mad fu' true
W'en I kin' o' laughed at you?

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