Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 51.  
    MY heart to thy heart,
    My hand to thine; My lips to thy lips,
  • 52.  
    YOU kin talk about yer anthems
    An' yer arias an' sich, An' yer modern choir-singin'
  • 53.  
    Love hath the wings of the butterfly,
    Oh, clasp him but gently, Pausing and dipping and fluttering by
  • 54.  
    I'VE been watchin' of 'em parson,
    An' I'm sorry fur to say 'At my mind is not contented
  • 55.  
    WINTAH time hit comin'
    Stealin' thoo de night; Wake up in the mo'nin'
  • 56.  
    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,
  • 57.  
    Love of home, sublimest passion
    That the human heart can know! Changeless still, though fate and fashion
  • 58.  
    When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day,
    It 's amazin' nice to fin' my suppah all erpon de way; An' it 's nice to smell de coffee bubblin' ovah in de pot,
  • 59.  
    WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'
    When the way's a little rough? Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'
  • 60.  
    Oh for the breath of the briny deep,
    And the tug of the bellying sail, With the sea-gull's cry across the sky
  • 61.  
    Oh, awful Power whose works repel
    The marvel of the earth's designs,--I 'll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
  • 62.  
    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;
  • 63.  
    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,
  • 64.  
    TO F. N.

  • 65.  
    Fling out your banners, your honors be bringing,
    Raise to the ether your paeans of praise.Strike every chord and let music be ringing!
  • 66.  
    BREEZES blowin' middlin' brisk,
    Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,
  • 67.  

  • 68.  
    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,
  • 69.  
    EIGHT of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet
    Dese eyes o' mine is wringin' wet;My haht's a-achin' ha'd an' so',
  • 70.  
    When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
    The light dies out; my soul repliesWith misery of deep-drawn breath,
  • 71.  
    WHAT if the wind do howl without,
    And turn the creaking weather-vane;What if the arrows of the rain
  • 72.  
    Dey is times in life when Nature
    Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-rattlin' down creation,
  • 73.  
    SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
    Soon ez bedtime come erroun',Fu' to scramble to de kiver,
  • 74.  
    'Tis fine to play
    In the fragrant hay,And romp on the golden load;
  • 75.  
    Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray,
    'Lord, who prevailest with resistless might,Ever from war and strife keep me away,
  • 76.  
    HOME agin, an' home to stay รข??
    Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,
  • 77.  
    DAYS git wa'm and wa'mah,
    School gits mighty dull,Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs
  • 78.  
    De da'kest hour, dey allus say,
    Is des' befo' de dawn,But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin'
  • 79.  
    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
  • 80.  
    I know a little country place
    Where still my heart doth linger,And o'er its fields is every grace
  • 81.  
    Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house,
    An' laws-a-massy me,'T was de beatness kin' o' doin's
  • 82.  
    I THINK that though the clouds be dark,
    That though the waves dash o'er the bark.Yet after while the light will come,
  • 83.  
    As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth,
    Looks up to radiant planets, ranging far,So I, whose soul doth know thy wondrous worth
  • 84.  
    Thou arrant robber, Death!
    Couldst thou not findSome lesser one than he
  • 85.  
    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
  • 86.  
    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
  • 87.  
    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
  • 88.  
    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,
  • 89.  
    Belated wanderer of the ways of spring,
    Lost in the chill of grim November rain,Would I could read the message that you bring
  • 90.  
    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,
  • 91.  
    WHY fades a dream?
    An iridescent rayFlecked in between the tryst
  • 92.  

  • 93.  
    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?
  • 94.  
    Yesterday I held your hand,
    Reverently I pressed it,And its gentle yieldingness
  • 95.  
    You bid me hold my peace
    And dry my fruitless tears,Forgetting that I bear
  • 96.  
    Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
    Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,-
  • 97.  
    De sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
    Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low, He know dat de wintah time a-comin',
  • 98.  
    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,
  • 99.  
    Why fades a dream?
    An iridescent rayFlecked in between the tryst
  • 100.  
    Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
    The gush of maudlin sentiment;Such drift as that is not for thee,
Total 522 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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