Poet Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

  • 301.  
    Key and bar, key and bar,
    Iron bolt and chain!And what will you do when the King comes
  • 302.  
    Love me. I care not what the circling years
    To me may do.If, but in spite of time and tears,
  • 303.  
    Summah night an' sighin' breeze,
    ‘Long de lovah's lane;Frien'ly, shadder-mekin' trees,
  • 304.  
    If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
    And softly I should falter from your side,Oh, tell me, loved one, would my memory stay,
  • 305.  
    As lone I sat one summer's day,
    With mien dejected, Love came by;His face distraught, his locks astray,
  • 306.  
    Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day,
    I locked young Love and threw the key away.Grief, wandering widely, found the key,
  • 307.  
    A life was mine full of the close concern
    Of many-voiced affairs. The world sped fast; Behind me, ever rolled a pregnant past.
  • 308.  
    If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
    And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
  • 309.  
    Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin'
    Hits a dahky man, ‘Long to'ds night.
  • 310.  
    De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
    Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs;I done fu'got de joy an' cheah
  • 311.  
    Mother 's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two,
    An', oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flewTo other trees to build ag'in; the rooms seem jest so bare
  • 312.  
    Little brown face full of smiles,
    And a baby's guileless wiles, Liza May, Liza May.
  • 313.  
    Oh, the day has set me dreaming
    In a strange, half solemn wayOf the feelings I experienced
  • 314.  
    Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,
    And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
  • 315.  
    Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
    Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.Ef you don't, you'll fin' out sho'tly dat you's th'owed yo' fines' feelin'
  • 316.  
    Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
    Li'l' gal,An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',
  • 317.  
    Oh, awful Power whose works repel
    The marvel of the earth's designs,-I ‘ll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
  • 318.  
    I held my heart so far from harm,
    I let it wander far and freeIn mead and mart, without alarm,
  • 319.  
    I ‘ve a humble little motto
    That is homely, though it 's true,- Keep a-pluggin' away.
  • 320.  
    Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy
    An' de rain is mighty thick; Keep a song up on de way.
  • 321.  
    Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
    And the sky be overcast:If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
  • 322.  
    The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow,
    His face is kind and his voice is mellow,But he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
  • 323.  
    De da'kest hour, dey allus say,
    Is des' befo' de dawn,But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin'
  • 324.  
    Lucy done gone back on me,
    Dat's de way wif life.Evaht'ing was movin' free,
  • 325.  
    Hyeah come Caesar Higgins,
    Don't he think he 's fine?Look at dem new riggin's
  • 326.  
    (From a Westerner's Point of View.)

  • 327.  
    Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down;
    Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'.Don' you see how dat melody stuhs me up
  • 328.  

  • 329.  
    Come when the nights are bright with stars
    Or when the moon is mellow;Come when the sun his golden bars
  • 330.  
    At the golden gate of song
    Stood I, knocking all day long,But the Angel, calm and cold,
  • 331.  
    In the tents of Akbar
    Are dole and grief to-day,For the flower of all the Indies
  • 332.  
    ‘Lias! ‘Lias! Bless de Lawd!
    Don' you know de day's erbroad?Ef you don' git up, you scamp,
  • 333.  
    When summer time has come, and all
    The world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each sense
  • 334.  
    Oh, summer has clothed the earth
    In a cloak from the loom of the sun!And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
  • 335.  
    Oh to have you in May,
    To talk with you under the trees,Dreaming throughout the day,
  • 336.  
    When August days are hot an' dry,
    When burning copper is the sky,I ‘d rather fish than feast or fly
  • 337.  
    In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day
    Heart-charmed with all the beauty of the scene: The rich, luxuriant grasses' cooling green,
  • 338.  
    If life were but a dream, my Love,
    And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,
  • 339.  
    O li'l' lamb out in de col',
    De Mastah call you to de fol', O li'l' lamb!
  • 340.  
    When storms arise
    And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower,
  • 341.  
    Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,
    Skiff o' snow upon de groun'; Jes' 'bout fall-time o' de yeah
  • 342.  
    Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo,
    Ol' folks drowsin' ‘roun' de place, wide awake is Lou,W'en I tap, she answeh, an' I see huh ‘mence to grin,
  • 343.  
    How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own?
    Say in what tongue shall I tell of my love.I who was fearless so timid have grown,
  • 344.  
    De times is mighty stirrin' ‘mong de people up ouah way,
    Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
  • 345.  
    De dog go howlin' ‘long de road,
    De night come shiverin' down;My back is tiahed of its load,
  • 346.  
    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,
  • 347.  
    He had his dream, and all through life,
    Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore'er before his eyes,
  • 348.  
    She told the story, and the whole world wept
    At wrongs and cruelties it had not known But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
  • 349.  
    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;
  • 350.  
    The lark is silent in his nest,
    The breeze is sighing in its flight,Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.
Total 522 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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