Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

321. The Made To Order Smile 1/3/2003
322. The Making Up 4/2/2010
323. The Master-Player 4/2/2010
324. The Masters 4/2/2010
325. The Meadow Lark 4/2/2010
326. The Memory Of Martha 4/2/2010
327. The Monk's Walk 4/2/2010
328. The Murdered Lover 4/2/2010
329. The Mystery 4/2/2010
330. The Mystic Sea 4/2/2010
331. The News 4/2/2010
332. The Ol' Tunes 4/2/2010
333. The Old Apple-Tree 4/2/2010
334. The Old Cabin 4/2/2010
335. The Old Front Gate 1/1/2004
336. The Old Homestead 4/2/2010
337. The Paradox 1/3/2003
338. The Party 4/2/2010
339. The Path 4/2/2010
340. The Phantom Kiss 4/2/2010
341. The Photograph 4/2/2010
342. The Place Where The Rainbow Ends 4/2/2010
343. The Plantation Child's Lullaby 4/2/2010
344. The Poet 4/2/2010
345. The Poet And His Song 4/2/2010
346. The Poet And The Baby 4/2/2010
347. The Pool 4/2/2010
348. The Quilting 4/2/2010
349. The Real Question 4/2/2010
350. The Right To Die 4/2/2010
351. The Rising Of The Storm 4/2/2010
352. The Rivals 4/2/2010
353. The River Of Ruin 4/2/2010
354. The Sand-Man 4/2/2010
355. The Secret 4/2/2010
356. The Seedling 4/2/2010
357. The Song 4/2/2010
358. The Sparrow 4/2/2010
359. The Spellin'-Bee 4/2/2010
360. The Stirrup Cup 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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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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