Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar

FOLKS ain’t got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv’ de squir’ls de bushtails made […]

Dey is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an’ go, Jes’ a-rattlin’ down creation, Lak an […]

Air a-gittin’ cool an’ coolah, Frost a-comin’ in de night, Hicka’ nuts an’ wa’nuts fallin’, Possum keepin’ out o’ sight. […]

I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind […]

The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely […]

The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of […]