Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 501.  
    A maiden wept and, as a comforter,
    Came one who cried, “I love thee,” and he seizedHer in his arms and kissed her with hot breath,
  • 502.  
    I have seen peoples come and go
    Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
  • 503.  
    October is the treasurer of the year,
    And all the months pay bounty to her store;The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
  • 504.  
    Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart,
    There she is passing, the girl of my heart;See where she walks like a queen in the street,
  • 505.  
    It's all a farce,-these tales they tell
    About the breezes sighing,And moans astir o'er field and dell,
  • 506.  
    Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
    Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.What you been doin', suh-makin' san' pies?
  • 507.  
    It may be misery not to sing at all
    And to go silent through the brimming day.It may be sorrow never to be loved,
  • 508.  
    A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
    A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
  • 509.  
    If I could but forget
    The fullness of those first sweet days,When you burst sun-like thro' the haze
  • 510.  
    A hush is over all the teeming lists,
    And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists
  • 511.  
    Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
    Which all the day with ceaseless care have soughtThe magic gold which from the seeker flies;
  • 512.  
    Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days,
    Such days as thou, not even thou didst know, When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago
  • 513.  
    “I am but clay,” the sinner plead,
    Who fed each vain desire.“Not only clay,” another said,
  • 514.  
    Seen you down at chu'ch las' night,
    Nevah min', Miss Lucy.What I mean? oh, dat 's all right,
  • 515.  
    He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
    And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;But his father, a practical farmer, accused him
  • 516.  
    I like to hear of wealth and gold,
    And El Doradoes in their glory;I like for silks and satins bold
  • 517.  
    Apple blossoms falling o'er thee,
    And the month is May,Laden bows bend low before thee,
  • 518.  
    A lilt and a swing,
    And a ditty to sing, Or ever the night grow old;
  • 519.  
    Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
    Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
  • 520.  
    O Lord, the hard-won miles
    Have worn my stumbling feet:Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,
  • 521.  
    Seen my lady home las' night,
    Jump back, honey, jump back.Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,
  • 522.  
    They please me not-these solemn songs
    That hint of sermons covered up.'Tis true the world should heed its wrongs,
Total 522 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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 by Edna St. Vincent Millay

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)

The women squatting on the stoops were slovenly and fat,
(Lay me out in organdie, lay me out in lawn!)
And everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat;

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