Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

121. Soliloquy Of A Turkey 4/2/2010
122. Roses 4/2/2010
123. The Seedling 4/2/2010
124. To A Captious Critic 4/2/2010
125. The Unsung Heroes 4/2/2010
126. Spring Song 4/2/2010
127. The Place Where The Rainbow Ends 4/2/2010
128. Compensation 11/22/2014
129. The Poet 4/2/2010
130. The Lily Of The Valley 4/2/2010
131. The Poet And His Song 4/2/2010
132. The Sparrow 4/2/2010
133. The Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
134. Wadin' In De Crick 4/2/2010
135. When Winter Darkening All Around 4/2/2010
136. Whittier 4/2/2010
137. Winter's Approach 4/2/2010
138. Why Fades A Dream 4/2/2010
139. Religion 4/2/2010
140. Vagrants 4/2/2010
141. The Party 4/2/2010
142. Phyllis 4/2/2010
143. A Thanksgiving Poem 4/2/2010
144. When Sam'L Sings 4/2/2010
145. Premonition 4/2/2010
146. Johnny Speaks 4/2/2010
147. Behind The Arras 4/2/2010
148. Chrismus Is A-Comin' 4/2/2010
149. Christmas Carol 4/2/2010
150. Curtain 4/2/2010
151. Twilight 4/2/2010
152. Columbian Ode 4/2/2010
153. At Candle-Lightin' Time 4/2/2010
154. Whistling Sam 4/2/2010
155. At Cheshire Cheese 4/2/2010
156. The Old Front Gate 1/1/2004
157. Hymn 4/2/2010
158. On A Clean Book 4/2/2010
159. My Sweet Brown Gal 4/2/2010
160. Nora: A Serenade 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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Encouragement

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
mad
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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