Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 101.  
    We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs,
    In dis howlin' wildaness,Fu' to speak some words of comfo't
  • 102.  
    Ther' ain't no use in all this strife,
    An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life.I don't believe in goin' too fast
  • 103.  
    How sweet the music sounded
    That summer long ago,When you were by my side, love,
  • 104.  
    If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me,
    I could swim out beyond the farthest star,Break every barrier of circumstance that bounds me,
  • 105.  
    When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
    An' you ‘mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;Ef you t'ink you got ‘uligion an' you wants to keep it, too,
  • 106.  
    My muvver's ist the nicest one
    ‘At ever lived wiz folks;She lets you have ze mostes' fun,
  • 107.  
    When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day,
    It 's amazin' nice to fin' my suppah all erpon de way;An' it 's nice to smell de coffee bubblin' ovah in de pot,
  • 108.  
    When first of wise old Johnson taught,
    My youthful mind its homage brought,And made the pond'rous crusty sage
  • 109.  
    Since I left the city's heat
    For this sylvan, cool retreat,High upon the hill-side here
  • 110.  
    Whut time ‘d dat clock strike?
    Nine? No-eight; I didn't think hit was so late.
  • 111.  
    Adown the west a golden glow
    Sinks burning in the sea,And all the dreams of long ago
  • 112.  
    I know my love is true,
    And oh the day is fair.The sky is clear and blue,
  • 113.  
    By Mystic's banks I held my dream.
    (I held my fishing rod as well,)The vision was of dace and bream,
  • 114.  
    As in some dim baronial hall restrained,
    A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doorsAnd waving tapestries that argue forth
  • 115.  
    Home agin, an' home to stay-
    Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,
  • 116.  

  • 117.  
    “In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with
    a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks….” C. M. Skinner's “Myths and Legends of Our Own Land.”
  • 118.  
    Standin' at de winder,
    Feelin' kind o' glum,Listenin' to de raindrops
  • 119.  
    The word is writ that he who runs may read.
    What is the passing breath of earthly fame?But to snatch glory from the hands of blame-
  • 120.  
    Caught Susanner whistlin'; well,
    It's most nigh too good to tell.'Twould ‘a' b'en too good to see
  • 121.  
    By rugged ways and thro' the night
    We struggle blindly toward the light;And groping, stumbling, ever pray
  • 122.  
    By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
    How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
  • 123.  
    The cloud looked in at the window,
    And said to the day, “Be dark!”And the roguish rain tapped hard on the pane,
  • 124.  
    Bones a-gittin' achy,
    Back a-feelin' col',Han's a-growin' shaky,
  • 125.  
    It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day-
    Bofe de weathah an' de people-not a one of us was gay;Cose you ‘ll t'ink dat 's mighty funny ‘twell I try to mek hit cleah,
  • 126.  
    Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle,
    Dis ain' no time fu' to pottah an' piddle:Fu' Christmas is comin', it's right on de way,
  • 127.  
    Ring out, ye bells!
    All Nature swellsWith gladness at the wondrous story,-
  • 128.  
    The snow lies deep upon the ground,
    And winter's brightness all aroundDecks bravely out the forest sere,
  • 129.  
    Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill,
    O chone!If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin',
  • 130.  

  • 131.  
    In the silence of my heart,
    I will spend an hour with thee,When my love shall rend apart
  • 132.  
    The sky of brightest gray seems dark
    To one whose sky was ever white.To one who never knew a spark,
  • 133.  
    Because I had loved so deeply,
    Because I had loved so long,God in His great compassion
  • 134.  
    Search thou my heart;
    If there be guile,It shall depart
  • 135.  
    “Good-bye,” I said to my conscience-
    “Good-bye for aye and aye,”And I put her hands off harshly,
  • 136.  
    Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet;
    All de pickaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat,Gittin' to de winder, stickin' dah lak flies,
  • 137.  
    Villain shows his indiscretion,
    Villain's partner makes confession.Juvenile, with golden tresses,
  • 138.  
    Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not,
    W'y you could n't buy my Sukey fu' a thousan' on de spot. Dat ol' mare o' mine?
  • 139.  
    An angel, robed in spotless white,
    Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
  • 140.  
    The gray dawn on the mountain top
    Is slow to pass away.Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
  • 141.  
    Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall,
    'Bout de time dat all de critters gin dey fancy ball?Some folks tell it in a sto'y, some folks sing de rhyme,
  • 142.  
    De way t'ings come, hit seems to me,
    Is des' one monst'ous mystery;De way hit seem to strike a man,
  • 143.  
    I ‘ve been watchin' of 'em, parson,
    An' I ‘m sorry fur to say‘At my mind is not contented
  • 144.  
    A knock is at her door, but she is weak;
    Strange dews have washed the paint streaks from her cheek;She does not rise, but, ah, this friend is known,
  • 145.  
    Storm and strife and stress,
    Lost in a wilderness,Groping to find a way,
  • 146.  
    Jes' lak toddy wahms you thoo'
    Sets yo' haid a reelin',Meks you ovah good and new,
  • 147.  
    Let me close the eyes of my soul
    That I may not seeWhat stands between thee and me.
  • 148.  
    My neighbor lives on the hill,
    And I in the valley dwell,My neighbor must look down on me,
  • 149.  
    I have seen full many a sight
    Born of day or drawn by night:Sunlight on a silver stream,
  • 150.  
    Tell your love where the roses blow,
    And the hearts of the lilies quiver,Not in the city's gleam and glow,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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