Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 201.  
    The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow,
    His face is kind and his voice is mellow,But he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
  • 202.  
    Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
    And the sky be overcast:If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
  • 203.  
    Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy
    An' de rain is mighty thick; Keep a song up on de way.
  • 204.  
    I ‘ve a humble little motto
    That is homely, though it 's true,- Keep a-pluggin' away.
  • 205.  
    I held my heart so far from harm,
    I let it wander far and freeIn mead and mart, without alarm,
  • 206.  
    Oh, awful Power whose works repel
    The marvel of the earth's designs,-I ‘ll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
  • 207.  
    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',
  • 208.  
    Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
    Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.Ef you don't, you'll fin' out sho'tly dat you's th'owed yo' fines' feelin'
  • 209.  
    Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,
    And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
  • 210.  
    Oh, the day has set me dreaming
    In a strange, half solemn wayOf the feelings I experienced
  • 211.  
    Little brown face full of smiles,
    And a baby's guileless wiles, Liza May, Liza May.
  • 212.  
    Mother 's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two,
    An', oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flewTo other trees to build ag'in; the rooms seem jest so bare
  • 213.  
    De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
    Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs;I done fu'got de joy an' cheah
  • 214.  
    Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin'
    Hits a dahky man, ‘Long to'ds night.
  • 215.  
    If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
    And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
  • 216.  
    A life was mine full of the close concern
    Of many-voiced affairs. The world sped fast; Behind me, ever rolled a pregnant past.
  • 217.  
    Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day,
    I locked young Love and threw the key away.Grief, wandering widely, found the key,
  • 218.  
    As lone I sat one summer's day,
    With mien dejected, Love came by;His face distraught, his locks astray,
  • 219.  
    If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
    And softly I should falter from your side,Oh, tell me, loved one, would my memory stay,
  • 220.  
    Summah night an' sighin' breeze,
    ‘Long de lovah's lane;Frien'ly, shadder-mekin' trees,
  • 221.  
    Love me. I care not what the circling years
    To me may do.If, but in spite of time and tears,
  • 222.  
    Key and bar, key and bar,
    Iron bolt and chain!And what will you do when the King comes
  • 223.  
    Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
    Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;So unto Grief he spake, “What right hast thou
  • 224.  
    The draft of love was cool and sweet
    You gave me in the cup,But, ah, love's fire is keen and fleet,
  • 225.  
    As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth,
    Looks up to radiant planets, ranging far,So I, whose soul doth know thy wondrous worth
  • 226.  
    Love hath the wings of the butterfly,
    Oh, clasp him but gently,Pausing and dipping and fluttering by
  • 227.  
    Like the blush upon the rose
    When the wooing south wind speaks,Kissing soft its petals,
  • 228.  
    When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
    And the summer days are in their bloom,Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
  • 229.  
    Bedtime 's come fu' little boys.
    Po' little lamb.Too tiahed out to make a noise,
  • 230.  

  • 231.  
    In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet,
    And wait the sound of that sustaining word Which long ago the men of Israel heard,
  • 232.  
    Silently without my window,
    Tapping gently at the pane, Falls the rain.
  • 233.  
    Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song,
    With my heart's blood imbued,Instinct with passion, tremulously strong,
  • 234.  
    The mist has left the greening plain,
    The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,The coquette rose awakes again
  • 235.  
    Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing,
    It flies to thee this morning like a bird,Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing,
  • 236.  
    Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust,
    What of his loving, what of his lust?What of his passion, what of his pain?
  • 237.  
    Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars
    The real or fancied virtues of their foreign-made cigars;But I worship Nicotina at a different sort of shrine,
  • 238.  
    Gray is the palace where she dwells,
    Grimly the poplars standThere by the window where she sits,
  • 239.  
    I don't believe in ‘ristercrats
    An' never did, you see;The plain ol' homelike sorter folks
  • 240.  
    W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky,
    An' de win's 's a-taihin' moughty vig'rous by,I don' go a-sighin' all erlong de way;
  • 241.  

  • 242.  
    Silence, and whirling worlds afar
    Through all encircling skies.What floods come o'er the spirit's bar,
  • 243.  
    Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains,
    (Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder)The trees are sad, and the wind complains,
  • 244.  
    The moon has left the sky, love,
    The stars are hiding now,And frowning on the world, love,
  • 245.  
    Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
    Soon ez bedtime come erroun',Fu' to scramble to de kiver,
  • 246.  
    Shadder in de valley
    Sunlight on de hill,Sut'ny wish dat locus'
  • 247.  
    Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,
    While Night like a spirit steals up o'er the hills;The thrush from his tree where he chanted all day,
  • 248.  
    Not they who soar, but they who plod
    Their rugged way, unhelped, to GodAre heroes; they who higher fare,
  • 249.  
    The November sun invites me,
    And although the chill wind smites me,I will wander to the woodland
  • 250.  
    Done are the toils and the wearisome marches,
    Done is the summons of bugle and drum.Softly and sweetly the sky over-arches,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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