Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

161. Inspiration 4/2/2010
162. Invitation To Love 4/2/2010
163. Ione 4/2/2010
164. Itching Heels 4/2/2010
165. James Whitcomb Riley 4/2/2010
166. Jealous 4/2/2010
167. Jilted 4/2/2010
168. Joggin' Erlong 4/2/2010
169. Johnny Speaks 4/2/2010
170. Just Whistle A Bit 4/2/2010
171. Keep A Song Up On De Way 4/2/2010
172. Keep A-Pluggin' Away 4/2/2010
173. Kidnaped 4/2/2010
174. L'Envoi 4/2/2010
175. Life 4/2/2010
176. Life's Tragedy 1/3/2003
177. Li'L' Gal 4/2/2010
178. Limitations 4/2/2010
179. Lincoln 4/2/2010
180. Little Brown Baby 1/1/2004
181. Little Lucy Landman 4/2/2010
182. Liza May 4/2/2010
183. Lonesome 4/2/2010
184. Long Ago 4/2/2010
185. Longing 4/2/2010
186. Love 4/2/2010
187. Love And Grief 4/2/2010
188. Love Despoiled 4/2/2010
189. Lover's Lane 4/2/2010
190. Love's Apotheosis 4/2/2010
191. Love's Castle 4/2/2010
192. Love's Chastening 4/2/2010
193. Love's Draft 4/2/2010
194. Love's Humility 4/2/2010
195. Love's Phases 4/2/2010
196. Love's Seasons 4/2/2010
197. Love-Song 4/2/2010
198. Lullaby 4/2/2010
199. Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow 4/2/2010
200. Mare Rubrum 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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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

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