Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 501.  
    Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
    Li'l' gal, An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',
  • 502.  
    I don't believe in 'ristercrats
    An' never did, you see; The plain ol' homelike sorter folks
  • 503.  
    Pray, what can dreams avail
    To make love or to mar? The child within the cradle rail
  • 504.  
    AN old man planted and dug and tended,
    Toiling in joy from dew to dew; The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
  • 505.  
    Dey is snow upon de meddahs, dey is snow upon de hill,
    An' de little branch's watahs is all glistenin' an' still; De win' goes roun' de cabin lak a sperrit wan'erin' 'roun'.
  • 506.  
    THE draft of love was cool and sweet
    You gave me in the cup, But, ah, love's fire is keen and fleet,
  • 507.  
    DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
    Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low, He know dat de wintah time a-comin',
  • 508.  
    I sit upon the old sea wall,
    And watch the shimmering sea, Where soft and white the moonbeams fall,
  • 509.  
    Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
    Hit's all de same to me, Ef only I kin call you mine,
  • 510.  
    To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
  • 511.  
    Hyeah dat singin' in de medders
    Whaih de folks is mekin' hay? Wo'k is pretty middlin' heavy
  • 512.  
    Love me. I care not what the circling years
    To me may do. If, but in spite of time and tears,
  • 513.  
    Summah 's nice, wif sun a-shinin',
    Spring is good wif greens and grass, An' dey 's some t'ings nice 'bout wintah,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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The Dome Of Sunday
 by Karl Shapiro

With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
And through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air
Sees down the street,
And in the camera of my eye depicts
Row-houses and row-lives:
Glass after glass, door after door the same,

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