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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...
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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...
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Recited at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale CA after a Memorial Day ceremony, using two civil war re-enactors.
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The thing you least want to hear.
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When you see them, make poetry about them.
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An old, but truthful comment on the state of art from the turn of the century, but more so true today!
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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,...
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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)
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A state of the art. 8)
Dear fellow artists,
I have something to say,
On the subject of art,
That we watch every day.
People who call themselves
Poets and artists,
Passing stuff off,
So...
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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,
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