Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

281. Sympathy 1/3/2003
282. Temptation 4/2/2010
283. The Awakening 4/2/2010
284. The Barrier 12/31/2002
285. The Bohemian 4/2/2010
286. The Boogah Man 4/2/2010
287. The Capture 4/2/2010
288. The Change 4/2/2010
289. The Change Has Come 4/2/2010
290. The Chase 4/2/2010
291. The Colored Band 4/2/2010
292. The Colored Soldiers 4/2/2010
293. The Conquerors 4/2/2010
294. The Corn-Stalk Fiddle 4/2/2010
295. The Crisis 4/2/2010
296. The Dance 4/2/2010
297. The Death Of The First Born 4/2/2010
298. The Debt 1/1/2004
299. The Delinquent 4/2/2010
300. The Deserted Plantation 4/2/2010
301. The Dilettante: A Modern Type 4/2/2010
302. The Discovery 4/2/2010
303. The Disturber 4/2/2010
304. The Dove 4/2/2010
305. The Dreamer 4/2/2010
306. The End Of The Chapter 4/2/2010
307. The Fisher Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
308. The Forest Greeting 4/2/2010
309. The Fount Of Tears 4/2/2010
310. The Garret 4/2/2010
311. The Gourd 4/2/2010
312. The Haunted Oak 1/1/2004
313. The King Is Dead 4/2/2010
314. The Knight 4/2/2010
315. The Lapse 4/2/2010
316. The Lawyers' Ways 1/1/2004
317. The Lesson 4/2/2010
318. The Lily Of The Valley 4/2/2010
319. The Looking-Glass 4/2/2010
320. The Lover And The Moon 4/2/2010

Comments about Paul Laurence Dunbar

  • Armando Lopez (6/21/2012 5:55:00 PM)

    I live on his street (N.P.L. DUNBAR ST., DAYTON, OH.,) and i am in sheer awe, as a poet myself, of the brilliance and talent of this precious man who lived 33 yrs. What a talent, and his final home is so beautiful! r.i.p. Paul.

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  • Evelyn Morgan (4/17/2012 9:07:00 AM)

    I remember reading Paul Dunbar in high school and in a college poetry course. His words are not only profound, but they also read like music to the ears. He speaks from the heart about feelings that are not only evoking the black experience, but life experience. Try reading his poems aloud especially those in dialect. It's worth the extra effort.

  • 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.

  • Habib Noori (9/23/2011 1:49:00 PM)

    ignorance, just ignorance

  • 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.

  • 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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