#paullaurencedunbar — Public Fediverse posts

started a #wikipedia article on @udelaware librarian and vice-provost Susan Brynteson (1936-2025): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Brynteson @wikiwomeninred @ohiowikimedians #Yaddo #Libraries #JoeBiden #PaulLaurenceDunbar

started a #wikipedia article on @udelaware librarian and vice-provost Susan Brynteson (1936-2025): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Brynteson @wikiwomeninred @ohiowikimedians #Yaddo #Libraries #JoeBiden #PaulLaurenceDunbar

started a #wikipedia article on @udelaware librarian and vice-provost Susan Brynteson (1936-2025): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Brynteson @wikiwomeninred @ohiowikimedians #Yaddo #Libraries #JoeBiden #PaulLaurenceDunbar

started a #wikipedia article on @udelaware librarian and vice-provost Susan Brynteson (1936-2025): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Brynteson @wikiwomeninred @ohiowikimedians #Yaddo #Libraries #JoeBiden #PaulLaurenceDunbar

started a #wikipedia article on @udelaware librarian and vice-provost Susan Brynteson (1936-2025): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Brynteson @wikiwomeninred @ohiowikimedians #Yaddo #Libraries #JoeBiden #PaulLaurenceDunbar

Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

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;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
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!

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

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;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
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!

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

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;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
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!

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

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;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
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!

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

Sympathy by #PaulLaurenceDunbar.

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;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
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!

#Poetry #Prose #Poem #FavePoems

Today's poem:

We Wear the Mask
- by Paul Laurence Dunbar

https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/797820996362043392/we-wear-the-mask?source=share

#deception #mask #poetry #dishonesty #PaulLaurenceDunbar #sadness #pain #need

Today's poem:

We Wear the Mask
- by Paul Laurence Dunbar

https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/797820996362043392/we-wear-the-mask?source=share

#deception #mask #poetry #dishonesty #PaulLaurenceDunbar #sadness #pain #need

Today's poem:

We Wear the Mask
- by Paul Laurence Dunbar

https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/797820996362043392/we-wear-the-mask?source=share

#deception #mask #poetry #dishonesty #PaulLaurenceDunbar #sadness #pain #need

"Lily of the Valley"
Teableau for 08/18/25

Inspired by a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

#Tea #LilyOfTheValley #Nurse #Shepherd #Zelenskyy #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #BlackTea #Handmade #Sewing #VintageChina #VintageGlass #EarlGrey #AhmadTeas #DepressionGlass #FentonGlass #ArtGlass #Embroidery #PaulLaurenceDunbar

"Lily of the Valley"
Teableau for 08/18/25

Inspired by a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

#Tea #LilyOfTheValley #Nurse #Shepherd #Zelenskyy #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #BlackTea #Handmade #Sewing #VintageChina #VintageGlass #EarlGrey #AhmadTeas #DepressionGlass #FentonGlass #ArtGlass #Embroidery #PaulLaurenceDunbar

"Lily of the Valley"
Teableau for 08/18/25

Inspired by a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

#Tea #LilyOfTheValley #Nurse #Shepherd #Zelenskyy #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #BlackTea #Handmade #Sewing #VintageChina #VintageGlass #EarlGrey #AhmadTeas #DepressionGlass #FentonGlass #ArtGlass #Embroidery #PaulLaurenceDunbar

"Lily of the Valley"
Teableau for 08/18/25

Inspired by a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

#Tea #LilyOfTheValley #Nurse #Shepherd #Zelenskyy #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #BlackTea #Handmade #Sewing #VintageChina #VintageGlass #EarlGrey #AhmadTeas #DepressionGlass #FentonGlass #ArtGlass #Embroidery #PaulLaurenceDunbar

"Lily of the Valley"
Teableau for 08/18/25

Inspired by a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

#Tea #LilyOfTheValley #Nurse #Shepherd #Zelenskyy #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #BlackTea #Handmade #Sewing #VintageChina #VintageGlass #EarlGrey #AhmadTeas #DepressionGlass #FentonGlass #ArtGlass #Embroidery #PaulLaurenceDunbar

@RocknRoll_Papy @NoelWauchope all Homo do pattern recognition; it is all too human to see and delight in recognizing sameness regardless whether it’s aesthetic facial symmetry or surface identity politiks from skin pigment to whatever whatever is being portly taught in schools. #samesamebutdifferent-wise Homo is fond of naming difference like a demon and using it as a foil while #id hides the bodies.

But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask! #paullaurencedunbar

@RocknRoll_Papy @NoelWauchope all Homo do pattern recognition; it is all too human to see and delight in recognizing sameness regardless whether it’s aesthetic facial symmetry or surface identity politiks from skin pigment to whatever whatever is being portly taught in schools. #samesamebutdifferent-wise Homo is fond of naming difference like a demon and using it as a foil while #id hides the bodies.

But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask! #paullaurencedunbar

Day

The gray dawn on the mountain top
Is slow to pass away.
Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
The golden God of day.
And then a light along the hills,
Your laughter silvery gay;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
You come and it is day

#PaulLaurenceDunbar