Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 201.  
    Out of the sunshine and out of the heat,
    Out of the dust of the grimy street,A song fluttered down in the form of a dove,
  • 202.  
    Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset;
    I am sure I ‘ll be jailed for a lunatic yet.I ‘ll be out of a job-it's the thing to expect
  • 203.  
    These are the days of elfs and fays:
    Who says that with the dreams of myth,These imps and elves disport themselves?
  • 204.  
    Oh, de grubbin'-hoe 's a-rustin' in de co'nah,
    An' de plow 's a-tumblin' down in de fiel',While de whippo'will 's a-wailin' lak a mou'nah
  • 205.  
    Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump,
    Got to mek dis pony jump;See dat sun a-goin' down
  • 206.  
    Cover him over with daisies white
    And eke with the poppies red,Sit with me here by his couch to-night,
  • 207.  
    Heel and toe, heel and toe,
    That is the song we sing;Turn to your partner and curtsey low,
  • 208.  
    A man of low degree was sore oppressed,
    Fate held him under iron-handed sway,And ever, those who saw him thus distressed
  • 209.  
    When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine
    Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
  • 210.  
    Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won,
    Blown with the breath of the far-speaking gun, Goes the word.
  • 211.  
    If the muse were mine to tempt it
    And my feeble voice were strong,If my tongue were trained to measures,
  • 212.  
    Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street,
    Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif yo' feet! Ain't dey playin'? Hip, hooray!
  • 213.  
    The wind told the little leaves to hurry,
    And chased them down the way,While the mother tree laughed loud in glee,
  • 214.  
    The change has come, and Helen sleeps-
    Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deeps Of wisdom, glory, truth, and light,
  • 215.  
    Love used to carry a bow, you know,
    But now he carries a taper;It is either a length of wax aglow,
  • 216.  
    Duck come switchin' ‘cross de lot
    Hi, oh, Miss Lady!Hurry up an' hide de pot
  • 217.  
    W'en de evenin' shadders
    Come a-glidin' down,Fallin' black an' heavy
  • 218.  
    Bring me the livery of no other man.
    I am my own to robe me at my pleasure. Accepted rules to me disclose no treasure:
  • 219.  
    The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star,
    And prayed her: “Love come nearer;Your swinging coldly there afar
  • 220.  
    I did not know that life could be so sweet,
    I did not know the hours could speed so fleet,Till I knew you, and life was sweet again.
  • 221.  
    I done got ‘uligion, honey, an' I 's happy ez a king;
    Evahthing I see erbout me 's jes' lak sunshine in de spring;An' it seems lak I do' want to do anothah blessid thing
  • 222.  
    If 'twere fair to suppose
    That your heart were not taken,That the dew from the rose
  • 223.  
    A blue-bell springs upon the ledge,
    A lark sits singing in the hedge;Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,
  • 224.  
    Grass commence a-comin'
    Thoo de thawin' groun',Evah bird dat whistles
  • 225.  
    Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk,
    Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,
  • 226.  
    Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house,
    An' laws-a-massy me,‘T was de beatness kin' o' doin's
  • 227.  
    Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire,
    No finger ever traced thy yellow page Save Time's. Thou hast not wrought to noble rage
  • 228.  
    Dis is gospel weathah sho'-
    Hills is sawt o' hazy.Meddahs level ez a flo'
  • 229.  
    Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
    Hit's all de same to me,Ef only I kin call you mine,
  • 230.  
    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,
  • 231.  
    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'.
  • 232.  
    Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race;
    Their footsteps drag far, far below the height, And, unprevailing by their utmost might,
  • 233.  
    ‘T is better to sit here beside the sea,
    Here on the spray-kissed beach,In silence, that between such friends as we
  • 234.  
    She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
    Within the ancient chapel dim; And ever as her fingers slim
  • 235.  
    She gave a rose,
    And I kissed it and pressed it.I love her, she knows,
  • 236.  
    Ain't it nice to have a mammy
    W'en you kin' o' tiahed outWid a-playin' in de meddah,
  • 237.  
    Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
    The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.How lavish nature is about your feet,
  • 238.  
    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,
  • 239.  
    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,
  • 240.  
    What if the wind do howl without,
    And turn the creaking weather-vane;What if the arrows of the rain
  • 241.  
    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
  • 242.  
    When you and I were young, the days
    Were filled with scent of pink and rose, And full of joy from dawn till close,
  • 243.  
    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,
  • 244.  
    When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
    The light dies out; my soul repliesWith misery of deep-drawn breath,
  • 245.  
    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
  • 246.  
    Will I have some mo' dat pie?
    No, ma'am, thank-ee, dat is-I- Bettah quit daihin' me.
  • 247.  
    I am no priest of crooks nor creeds,
    For human wants and human needsAre more to me than prophets' deeds;
  • 248.  
    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,
  • 249.  
    Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet
    Dese eyes o' mine is wringin' wet;My haht's a-achin' ha'd an' so',
  • 250.  
    Who say my hea't ain't true to you?
    Dey bettah heish dey mouf.I knows I loves you thoo an' thoo
Total 522 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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