Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Colored Band
... Oh, de white ban' play hits music, an' hit's mighty good to hyeah, ...
The Dove
... Since the dove fluttered down to its home in my breast! ...
The Murdered Lover
... Dark were her eyes as the sloe and they called me, ...
To The Eastern Shore
... W'ile my little cabin beckons, dough his mouf is closed an' dumb, ...
A Warm Day In Winter
... Den you stan' dah wond'rin', ...
The Looking-Glass
... No; I'd des' fall down an' break, ...
Prometheus
... We lack their substance tho' we keep their form: ...
Dream Song II
... The poor plucked rose within its glass ...
A Plea
... Dough my love has tu'ned my brain, ...
On The Road
... De moon ain't out, de stars ain't bright-- ...
The King Is Dead
... Have not the skies you scanned sometimes been clear ...
Possum
... White folks t'ink dey know 'bout eatin', ...
The Lapse
... And so 't will help me put more fire ...
The Plantation Child's Lullaby
... Trompin' back from feedin', ...
Dey know.
... Anchored IF thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me, ...
