Paul Laurence
Dunbar
Background Information
Paul Laurence Dunbar was born in 1872 in Dayton, Ohio. His mother was a former slave and his father had escaped from slavery. His mother’s love for songs and storytelling inspired Paul to read and write himself. At the age of six he began to write and recite poetry.
Dunbar wrote his poetry in both standard English and dialect but the dialect poetry was preferred by readers. In his writing he was mainly concerned with issues that related to his people and culture, but he wrote in a way that all audiences were appreciative.
Depression stemming from the end of his marriage and declining health drove him to a dependence on alcohol, but he still continued to write. Paul Laurence Dunbar died on February 9, 1906 from his ongoing fight with tuberculosis. He was only 33 years old. Throughout his lifetime, Dunbar produced 12 books of poetry, four books of short stories, a play and five novels.
The renowned abolitionist, Frederick Douglas, had said of Dunbar, “While he was not the first African-American poet and writer, he was the first to achieve a national reputation and to be accepted by both white and black audiences.”
WORLD EVENTS
We Wear the Mask
We
wear the mask that grins and smiles,
It
hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This
debt we pay to human guile;
With
torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And
mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why
should the world be over wise,
In
counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay,
let them see only us, while
We
wear the mask.
We
smile, but O great Christ, our cries
To
Thee from tortured souls arise.
We
sing, but oh, the clay is vile
Beneath
our feet, and long the mile;
But
let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask.
Poetic
Devices
~Assonance,
the repetition of a vowel sound, is used throughout the first paragraph. EX: lies,
eyes /
guile, smile
Blocking
We
smile and lie so others don’t see our true feelings.
We
smile, yet we re torn inside.
Why
should the world know our true feelings.
No,
we only let others see our front, full of smiles.
We
smile, yet we are torn inside.
Life is a journey, long, but we must smile and push on.
Click
here for works cited page