263. Philosophy I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,
'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces bright;How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,
264. Phyllis Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,
Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,Ever to youth should each day be a May-day,
266. Possession Whose little lady is you, chile,
Whose little gal is you?What's de use o' kiver'n up yo' face?
267. Possum Ef dey 's anyt'ing dat riles me
An' jes' gits me out o' hitch,Twell I want to tek my coat off,
268. Possum Trot I ‘ve journeyed ‘roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things,
An' I ‘ve learned a little of the sense that meetin' people brings;But in spite of all my travelling an' of all I think I know,
269. Precedent The poor man went to the rich man's doors,
“I come as Lazarus came,” he said.The rich man turned with humble head,-
270. Premonition Dear heart, good-night!
Nay, list awhile that sweet voice singing When the world is all so bright,
271. Preparation The little bird sits in the nest and sings
A shy, soft song to the morning light;And it flutters a little and prunes its wings.
272. Prometheus Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
And swept to earth with it o'er land and sea. He lit the vestal flames of poesy,
273. Protest Who say my hea't ain't true to you?
Dey bettah heish dey mouf.I knows I loves you thoo an' thoo
274. Puttin’ The Baby Away Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet
Dese eyes o' mine is wringin' wet;My haht's a-achin' ha'd an' so',
275. Rain-Songs The rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;
The wind, that world-old harpist sitteth by;And ever as he sings his low refrain,
276. Religion I am no priest of crooks nor creeds,
For human wants and human needsAre more to me than prophets' deeds;
277. Reluctance Will I have some mo' dat pie?
No, ma'am, thank-ee, dat is-I- Bettah quit daihin' me.
278. Remembered She sang, and I listened the whole song thro'.
(It was sweet, so sweet, the singing.)The stars were out and the moon it grew
279. Reponse When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul repliesWith misery of deep-drawn breath,
280. Resignation Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse;
But now I am as grain within the mill.If so be thou must crush me for thy use,
281. Retrospection When you and I were young, the days
Were filled with scent of pink and rose, And full of joy from dawn till close,
282. Riding To Town When labor is light and the morning is fair,
I find it a pleasure beyond all compareTo hitch up my nag and go hurrying down
283. Right’s Security What if the wind do howl without,
And turn the creaking weather-vane;What if the arrows of the rain
284. Robert Gould Shaw Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate
Should call thee, studious, from the classic groves, Where calm-eyed Pallas with still footstep roves,
285. Roses Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May,
When blossoms and bird-song are rife;Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day,
286. Roses And Pearls Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.How lavish nature is about your feet,
287. Scamp Ain't it nice to have a mammy
W'en you kin' o' tiahed outWid a-playin' in de meddah,
288. She Gave Me A Rose She gave a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.I love her, she knows,
289. She Told Her Beads She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim; And ever as her fingers slim
290. Silence ‘T is better to sit here beside the sea,
Here on the spray-kissed beach,In silence, that between such friends as we
291. Slow Through The Dark Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race;
Their footsteps drag far, far below the height, And, unprevailing by their utmost might,
292. Snowin’ 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'.
293. Soliloquy Of A Turkey Dey 's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' in de blowin' of de breeze,
An' I 's feelin' kin' o' squeamish in de night;I 's a-walkin' ‘roun' a-lookin' at de diffunt style o' trees,
298. Speakin’ O’ Christmas Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk,
Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,
299. Spring Fever Grass commence a-comin'
Thoo de thawin' groun',Evah bird dat whistles
300. Spring Song A blue-bell springs upon the ledge,
A lark sits singing in the hedge;Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Poem of the day
A March Day In London by Amy Levy
The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
Which chills the flesh to aches and pains,
And sends a fever through all the veins.