One of Paul Laurence Dunbars poems in southern dialect.

W'en de evenin' shadders
Come a-glidin' down.
Fallin' black an' heavy
Ovah hill an' town,
Ef you...

by Paul Laurence Dunbar In a bizarre coincidence, I learned that my 100 year old Grandmother just passed away on the same day that I was making this. ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary...

The thing you least want to hear.

When you see them, make poetry about them.

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk,
Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,
Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,
Not enough to make things white,...

A comparison of two poems from different poets, periods, and backgrounds, but, with a similar idea. "Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight!" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) ...

I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
In the court house up the street,
An' I've come to the conclusion
That I'm most completely beat.
Fust one feller riz to argy,
...

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-commin' in de night,
Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
Possum keepin' out o' sight.
Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
...

When you and I were young, my boy. When you and I were young.

By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...