Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 401.  
    Dey was oncet a awful quoil ‘twixt de skillet an' de pot;
    De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot.Dey slurred each othah's colah an' dey called each othah names,
  • 402.  
    All de night long twell de moon goes down,
    Lovin' I set at huh feet,Den fu' de long jou'ney back f'om de town,
  • 403.  
    ‘Twixt a smile and a tear,
    ‘Twixt a song and a sigh,‘Twixt the day and the dark,
  • 404.  
    Two little boots all rough an' wo',
    Two little boots!Law, I 's kissed 'em times befo',
  • 405.  
    A bee that was searching for sweets one day
    Through the gate of a rose garden happened to stray.In the heart of a rose he hid away,
  • 406.  
    Deep in my heart that aches with the repression,
    And strives with plenitude of bitter pain,There lives a thought that clamors for expression,
  • 407.  
    Long time ago, we two set out,
    My soul and I. I know not why,
  • 408.  
    When I was young I longed for Love,
    And held his glory far aboveAll other earthly things. I cried:
  • 409.  
    Days git wa'm an' wa'mah,
    School gits mighty dull,Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs
  • 410.  
    The sun has slipped his tether
    And galloped down the west.(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
  • 411.  
    You ask why I am sad to-day,
    I have no cares, no griefs, you say?Ah, yes, ‘t is true, I have no grief-
  • 412.  
    It's moughty tiahsome layin' ‘roun'
    Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun',An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,
  • 413.  
    What's the use o' folks a-frownin'
    When the way's a little rough?Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'
  • 414.  
    W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
    Gramma says, “There's certain times come to little boysW'en they need a shingle or the soft side of a plank;”
  • 415.  
    When all is done, and my last word is said,
    And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,
  • 416.  
    Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;
    But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all;An' on Sunday, too, I noticed, dey was whisp'rin' mighty much,
  • 417.  
    G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-
    Put dat music book away;What's de use to keep on tryin'?
  • 418.  
    Hyeah dat singin' in de medders
    Whaih de folks is mekin' hay?Wo'k is pretty middlin' heavy
  • 419.  
    In the forenoon's restful quiet,
    When the boys are off at school,When the window lights are shaded
  • 420.  
    When winter covering all the ground
    Hides every sign of Spring, sir.However you may look around,
  • 421.  
    Slow de night 's a-fallin',
    An' I hyeah de callin, Out erpon de lonesome hill;
  • 422.  
    I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I 's hyeahd o' people singin'.
    An' I 's been ‘roun' lots of othahs dat could keep de banjo ringin';But of all de whistlin' da'kies dat have lived an' died since Ham,
  • 423.  
    Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
    The gush of maudlin sentiment;Such drift as that is not for thee,
  • 424.  
    Why fades a dream?
    An iridescent rayFlecked in between the tryst
  • 425.  
    Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,
    And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;For softly and merrily now there come playing,
  • 426.  
    De sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
    Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low, He know dat de wintah time a-comin',
  • 427.  
    Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
    Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,-
  • 428.  
    You bid me hold my peace
    And dry my fruitless tears,Forgetting that I bear
  • 429.  
    Yesterday I held your hand,
    Reverently I pressed it,And its gentle yieldingness
  • 430.  
    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?
  • 431.  

  • 432.  
    WHY fades a dream?
    An iridescent rayFlecked in between the tryst
  • 433.  
    I NEVER shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin,
    An' all us youngsters clambered in an' down the road went bobbin'To school where we was kep' at work in every kind o' weather,
  • 434.  
    Belated wanderer of the ways of spring,
    Lost in the chill of grim November rain,Would I could read the message that you bring
  • 435.  
    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,
  • 436.  
    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
  • 437.  
    Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;
    But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all;An' on Sunday, too, I noticed, dey was whisp' rin' mighty much
  • 438.  
    THE wind is out in its rage to-night,
    And your father is far at sea.The rime on the window is hard and white
  • 439.  
    Thou arrant robber, Death!
    Couldst thou not findSome lesser one than he
  • 440.  
    As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth,
    Looks up to radiant planets, ranging far,So I, whose soul doth know thy wondrous worth
  • 441.  
    I THINK that though the clouds be dark,
    That though the waves dash o'er the bark.Yet after while the light will come,
  • 442.  
    Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house,
    An' laws-a-massy me,'T was de beatness kin' o' doin's
  • 443.  
    I know a little country place
    Where still my heart doth linger,And o'er its fields is every grace
  • 444.  
    THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
    The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies
  • 445.  
    De da'kest hour, dey allus say,
    Is des' befo' de dawn,But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin'
  • 446.  
    DAYS git wa'm and wa'mah,
    School gits mighty dull,Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs
  • 447.  
    HOME agin, an' home to stay â??
    Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,
  • 448.  
    Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray,
    'Lord, who prevailest with resistless might,Ever from war and strife keep me away,
  • 449.  
    'Tis fine to play
    In the fragrant hay,And romp on the golden load;
  • 450.  
    SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
    Soon ez bedtime come erroun',Fu' to scramble to de kiver,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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