Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

281. Winter Song 4/2/2010
282. Lullaby 4/2/2010
283. Protest 4/2/2010
284. Blue 4/2/2010
285. Love-Song 4/2/2010
286. Breaking The Charm 4/2/2010
287. A Spiritual 4/2/2010
288. Long Ago 4/2/2010
289. Waiting 4/2/2010
290. Growin' Gray 4/2/2010
291. Differences 4/2/2010
292. Deacon Jones' Grievance 4/2/2010
293. Parted 4/2/2010
294. Despair 4/2/2010
295. Little Lucy Landman 4/2/2010
296. On The River 4/2/2010
297. Jealous 4/2/2010
298. A Plantation Melody 4/2/2010
299. A Winter's Day 4/2/2010
300. Dream Song I 4/2/2010
301. Keep A-Pluggin' Away 4/2/2010
302. Love's Apotheosis 4/2/2010
303. In August 4/2/2010
304. Hope 4/2/2010
305. Anchored 4/2/2010
306. After The Quarrel 4/2/2010
307. When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
308. Night Of Love 4/2/2010
309. A Song (#1) 4/2/2010
310. Booker T. Washington 4/2/2010
311. Angelina 4/2/2010
312. Over The Hills 4/2/2010
313. Nutting Song 4/2/2010
314. Hunting Song 4/2/2010
315. When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked 4/2/2010
316. In An English Garden 4/2/2010
317. A Plea 4/2/2010
318. Equipment 4/2/2010
319. Philosophy 4/2/2010
320. My Little March Girl 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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