Author:
Carolyn Shuttlesworth
Subject:
Literature & Culture
Material Type:
Primary Source
Level:
Community College / Lower Division, College / Upper Division
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Language:
English

19th Century: 1895

Overview

African American Literature 1619-1926

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

                                                                 We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

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 overwise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

     We wear the mask!

 

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured sould 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!

 

 

                                                                Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;

When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,

And the river flows like a stream of glass;

I know what the caged bird feels!

 

I know why the caged bird beats his wing

     Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;

For he must fly back to his perch and cling

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

     And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars

And they pulse again with a keener sting-

I know why he beats his wing!

 

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,

     When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-

When he beats his bars, and he would be free;

It is not a carol of joy or glee,

     But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,

But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-

I know why the caged bird sings!

 

 

 

 

                                                           The Party

Dey had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;

Was I dah?  You bet!  I nevah in my life see sich a sight;

All de folks f'om fou' plantations was invited, an' dey come,

Dey come troopin' thick ez chillun when dey hyeahs a fife an' drum.

Evahbody dressed deir fines'- Heish yo' mouf an' git away,

Ain't seen no sich fancy dressin' sense las' quah'tly meetin' day;

Gals all dressed in silks an' satins, not a wrinkle ner a crease,

Eyes a-battin', teeth a-shinin', haih breshed back ex slick ex grease;

Sku'ts all tucked an' puffed an' ruffled, evah blessed seam an' stich;

Ef you'd seen 'em with deir mistus, couldn't swahed to which wa which.

Men all dressed up in Prince Alberts, swaller-tails 'u'd tek yo' bref!

I cai't tell you nothin' 'bout it, y'ought to seen it fu' yo'sef.

Who wa dah? Now who yuo askin'?  How you 'spect I gwine to know?

You mus' think I stood an' counted evahbody at de do.'

Ole man Babah's house-boy Isaac, brung dat gal, Malindy Jane,

Huh a-hangin' to his elbow, him a-struttin' wif a cane;

My, but Hahvey Jones was jealous!  seemed to stick him lak a tho'rn;

But he laughed with Viney Cahteh, tryin' ha'd to not let on,

But a pusson would 'a' noticed f'om de d'rection of his look,

Dat he was watchin' ev'ry step dat Ike an' Lindy took.

Ike he foun' a cheer an' asked huh: "Won't you set down?" wif a smile,

An' she answe'd up a-bowin', "Oh, I reckon 't ain't wuth while."

Dat was jes' fu' style, I reckon, 'cause she sot down jes' de same,

An' she stayed dah 'twell he fetched huh fu' to jine some so't o' game;

Den I hyeahd huh sayin' propah, ez she riz to go away,

"Oh, you raly mus' excuse me, fu' I hardly keers to play."

But I seen huh in a minute wif de othahs on de flo',

An' dah was n't any one o' dem a-playi' any mo';

Comin' down de flo' a-bowin' an' a'swingin',

Puttin' on huh high-toned mannahs all de time dat she was singin';

"Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun'

Fa' you well, my dahlin'."

Had to laff at ole man Johnson, he's a caution now, you bet-

Hittin' clost onto a hunderd, but he's spry an' nimble yet;

He 'llowed how a-so't o' gigglin', "I ain't ole, I'll let you see.

D'ain't no use in gittin' feeble, now, you youngstahs jes' watch me,"

An' he grabbed ole Aunt Marier,- weighs  th'ee hunderd mo' er less,

An' he spun huh 'roun' de cabin swingin' Johnny lak de res'.

Evahbody laffed an' hollered: "Go it!  Swing huh, Uncle Jim!"

An' he swung huh too, I reckon, lak a youngster, who but him.

Dat was bettah 'n young Scott Thomas, tryin' to be so awful smaht.

You know wehn dey gits to singin' an' dey comes to dat ere paht:

     "In some lady's new brick house,

    In some lady's gyahden.

       Ef you don't let me out, I will jump out,

    So fa' you well, my dahlin'."

Den dey's got a circle 'roun' you, an' you's got to break de line;

Well, dat darky was so anxious, lak to bust hisse'f a-tryin';

Kep' on blund'rin'  'roun' an' foolin' 'twell he giv' one gread big jump,

Broke de line, an lit head-fo'most in de fiah-place right plump;

Hit 'ad fiah in it, mind you; well, I thought my soul I'd bust,

Tried my best to keep f'om laffin', but hit seemed like die I must!

Y'ought to seen dat man a-scramblin' f'om de ashes an' de grime.

Did it bu'n him!  Sich a question, why he didn't give it time:

Th'ow'd dem ashes and dem cindahs evah which-a-way I guess,

An' you nevah did, I reckon, clap yo' eyes on sich a mess;

Fu' he sholy made a picter an' a funny one to boot, 

Wif his clothes all full 'o ashes an' his face all full 'o soot.

Well, hit laked to stopped de pahty, an' I reckon lak ez not

Dat it would ef Tom's wife, Mandy, had n't happened on de spot,

To invite us out to suppah- well, we scrambled to de table,

An' I'd lak to tell you 'bout it- what we had- but I ain't able, 

Mention jes' a few things, dough I know I had n't orter,

Fu' I know 't will staht a hank'rin' an' yo' mouf'll 'mence to worter.

We had wheat bread white ez cotton an' a egg pone jes like gol',

Hog jole, bilin' hot an' steamin' roasted shoat an' ham sliced cold-

Look out! What's de mattah wif you?  Don't be fallin' on de flo';

Ef it's go'n to 'fect you dat way, I won't tell you nothin' mo'.

Dah now- well, we had hot chittlins- now you's a try' ag'in to fall,

Cain't you stan' to hyeah about it? S'pose you'd been an' seed it all;

Seed dem gread big sweet pertaters, layin' by de possum's side,

Seed dat coon in all his gravy, reckon den you'd up and died!

Mandy 'lowed "you all mus' 'scuse me, d' wa'n't much upon my she'ves,

But i's done my bes' to suit you, so set down an' he'p yo'se'ves."

Tom, he 'lowed: "I don't b'lieve in 'pologisin' an' perfessin',

Let 'em tek it lak dey ketch it.  Eldah Thompson, ask de blessin'."

Wish you'd seed dat colo'ed preachah cleah his th'oat an' bow his head;

One eye shet, an' one eye open,- dis is evah wud he said:

"Lawd, look down in tendah mussy on sich generous hea'ts ez dese;

Make us truly thankful, amen.  Pass dat possum, ef you please!"

Well, we et and drunk ouah po'tion, 'twell dah was n't  nothin' lef,

Tom, he knowed how we'd be feelin', so he had de fiddlah 'roun',

An' he made us cleah de cabin fu' to dance dat suppah down.

Jim, de fiddlah, chuned his fiddle, put some rosum on his bow,

Set a pine box on de table, mounted it an' let huh go!

He's a fiddlah, now I tell you, an' he made dat fiddle ring,

'Twell de ol'est an' de lamest had to give deir feet a fling.

Jigs, cotillions, reels an' brekkdowns, cordrills an' a waltz er two;

Bless yo' soul, dat music winged 'em an' dem people lak to flew,

Cripple Joe, de ole rheumatic, danced dat flo f'om side to middle,

Th'owed away his crutch an' hopped it; what's rheumatics 'ginst a fiddle?

Eldah Thompson got so tickled dat he lak to los' his grace,

Had to tek bofe feet an' hol' dem so's to keep 'em in deir place

An' de Christuns an' de sinnahs got so mixed up on dat flo',

Dat I don't see how dey'd pahted ef de trump had chanced to blow.

Well, we danced dat way an' capahed in de mos' redic'lous way,

 'Twell de roostahs in de bahnyard cleahed deir th'oats an' crowed fu' day.

Y'ought to been dah, fu' I tell you evahthing was rich an' prime,

An' dey ain't no use in talkin', we jes had one scrumptious time!