Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

161. Jilted 4/2/2010
162. Mare Rubrum 4/2/2010
163. Puttin' The Baby Away 4/2/2010
164. Dead 4/2/2010
165. Dreamin' Town 4/2/2010
166. When The Old Man Smokes 4/2/2010
167. Christmas 4/2/2010
168. Confessional 4/2/2010
169. De Way T'Ings Come 4/2/2010
170. At Lofting-Holt 4/2/2010
171. Nature And Art. To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton 4/2/2010
172. On A Sea Wall 4/2/2010
173. Dream Song Ii 4/2/2010
174. Ballade 4/2/2010
175. A Song (#3) 4/2/2010
176. Dirge 4/2/2010
177. Dely 4/2/2010
178. On The Dedication Of Dorothy Hall 4/2/2010
179. Precedent 4/2/2010
180. Love-Song 4/2/2010
181. De Critters' Dance 4/2/2010
182. After A Visit 4/2/2010
183. Day 4/2/2010
184. Keep A Song Up On De Way 4/2/2010
185. L'Envoi 4/2/2010
186. On The Road 4/2/2010
187. Noon 4/2/2010
188. My Corn-Cob Pipe 4/2/2010
189. Foolin' Wid De Seasons 4/2/2010
190. Song 1/1/2004
191. An Easy Goin' Feller 4/2/2010
192. Yesterday And To-Morrow 4/2/2010
193. Circumstances Alter Cases 4/2/2010
194. Joggin' Erlong 4/2/2010
195. Love's Castle 4/2/2010
196. From The Porch At Runnymede 4/2/2010
197. Diplomacy 4/2/2010
198. Bein' Back Home 4/2/2010
199. Love's Chastening 4/2/2010
200. Love's Phases 4/2/2010

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

  • 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

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  • 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

Summer In The South

The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and pinety,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,
Streams laugh that erst were quiet,
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue
And the woods run mad with riot.

Read the full of Summer In The South

Accountability

FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.

We is all constructed diff'ent, d'ain't no two of us de same;
We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame.
Ef we'se good, we need n't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin'
We gits in