Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 151.  
    Place this bunch of mignonette
    In her cold, dead hand;When the golden sun is set,
  • 152.  
    In the east the morning comes,
    Hear the rollin' of the drums On the hill.
  • 153.  
    An old man planted and dug and tended,
    Toiling in joy from dew to dew;The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
  • 154.  
    Long years ago, within a distant clime,
    Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime,I dreamed of one to make my life's calm May
  • 155.  
    Pray, what can dreams avail
    To make love or to mar?The child within the cradle rail
  • 156.  
    Come away to dreamin' town,
    Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,Whaih de skies don' nevah frown,
  • 157.  
    Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
    Do not awaken!Dream on, and at thy feet
  • 158.  
    What dreams we have and how they fly
    Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,
  • 159.  
    Hit 's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin',
    Kin' o' techy all day long.I ain't wet enough fu' toddy,
  • 160.  
    Because you love me I have much achieved,
    Had you despised me then I must have failed, But since I knew you trusted and believed,
  • 161.  
    Who dat knockin' at de do'?
    Why, Ike Johnson,-yes, fu' sho!Come in, Ike. I 's mighty glad
  • 162.  
    With what thou gavest me, O Master,
    I have wrought.Such chances, such abilities,
  • 163.  
    The moon begins her stately ride
    Across the summer sky;The happy wavelets lash the shore,-
  • 164.  
    You ‘ll be wonderin' whut 's de reason
    I 's a grinnin' all de time,An' I guess you t'ink my sperits
  • 165.  
    I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do,
    De folks dat's got dey ‘ligion in dey fiah-place an' flue;Dey's allus somep'n comin' so de spit'll have to turn,
  • 166.  
    With sombre mien, the Evening gray
    Comes nagging at the heels of Day,And driven faster and still faster
  • 167.  
    Wen I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black,
    Dey's a kin' o' wa'nin' shivah goes a-scootin' down my back;Den I says to my ol' ooman ez I watches down de lane,
  • 168.  
    Seems lak folks is mighty curus
    In de way dey t'inks an' ac's.Dey jes' spen's dey days a-mixin'
  • 169.  
    The world is a snob, and the man who wins
    Is the chap for its money's worth:And the lust for success causes half of the sins
  • 170.  
    I had not known before
    Forever was so long a word.The slow stroke of the clock of time
  • 171.  
    I stand above the city's rush and din,
    And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
  • 172.  
    I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes.
    All things to aid it-dew, sun, wind, fair skies-Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,
  • 173.  
    The lark is silent in his nest,
    The breeze is sighing in its flight,Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.
  • 174.  
    Hello, ole man, you ‘re a-gittin' gray,
    An' it beats ole Ned to see the way‘At the crow's feet's a-getherin' aroun' yore eyes;
  • 175.  
    She told the story, and the whole world wept
    At wrongs and cruelties it had not known But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
  • 176.  
    He had his dream, and all through life,
    Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore'er before his eyes,
  • 177.  
    The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky,
    A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye.The gleam on the waves and the light on the land,
  • 178.  
    De dog go howlin' ‘long de road,
    De night come shiverin' down;My back is tiahed of its load,
  • 179.  
    De times is mighty stirrin' ‘mong de people up ouah way,
    Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
  • 180.  
    How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own?
    Say in what tongue shall I tell of my love.I who was fearless so timid have grown,
  • 181.  
    Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo,
    Ol' folks drowsin' ‘roun' de place, wide awake is Lou,W'en I tap, she answeh, an' I see huh ‘mence to grin,
  • 182.  
    Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,
    Skiff o' snow upon de groun'; Jes' 'bout fall-time o' de yeah
  • 183.  
    When storms arise
    And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower,
  • 184.  
    O li'l' lamb out in de col',
    De Mastah call you to de fol', O li'l' lamb!
  • 185.  
    If life were but a dream, my Love,
    And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,
  • 186.  
    In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day
    Heart-charmed with all the beauty of the scene: The rich, luxuriant grasses' cooling green,
  • 187.  
    When August days are hot an' dry,
    When burning copper is the sky,I ‘d rather fish than feast or fly
  • 188.  
    Oh to have you in May,
    To talk with you under the trees,Dreaming throughout the day,
  • 189.  
    Oh, summer has clothed the earth
    In a cloak from the loom of the sun!And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
  • 190.  
    When summer time has come, and all
    The world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each sense
  • 191.  
    ‘Lias! ‘Lias! Bless de Lawd!
    Don' you know de day's erbroad?Ef you don' git up, you scamp,
  • 192.  
    In the tents of Akbar
    Are dole and grief to-day,For the flower of all the Indies
  • 193.  
    At the golden gate of song
    Stood I, knocking all day long,But the Angel, calm and cold,
  • 194.  
    Come when the nights are bright with stars
    Or when the moon is mellow;Come when the sun his golden bars
  • 195.  
    I

  • 196.  
    Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down;
    Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'.Don' you see how dat melody stuhs me up
  • 197.  
    (From a Westerner's Point of View.)

  • 198.  
    Hyeah come Caesar Higgins,
    Don't he think he 's fine?Look at dem new riggin's
  • 199.  
    Lucy done gone back on me,
    Dat's de way wif life.Evaht'ing was movin' free,
  • 200.  
    De da'kest hour, dey allus say,
    Is des' befo' de dawn,But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin'
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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