Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was a seminal American poet of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Dunbar gained national recognition for his 1896 Lyrics of a Lowly Life, one poem in the collection being Ode to Ethiopia Dunbar was born in Dayton, Ohio to parents who had escaped from slavery.He wrote his first poem at age 6 and gave his first public recital at age 9
He wrote a dozen books of poetry, four books of short stories, five novels, and a play. His essays and poems were published widely in the leading journals of the day. His work appeared in Harper's Weekly, the Saturday Evening Post, the Denver Post, Current Literature and a number of other publications. During his life, considerable emphasis was laid on the fact that Dunbar was of pure black descent, with no white ancestors
Dunbar's work is known for its colorful language and use of dialect, and a conversational tone, with a brilliant rhetorical structure
Dunbar traveled to England in 1897 to recite his works on the London literary circuit. He met the brilliant young black composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor who set some of his poems to music and who was influenced by Dunbar to use African and American Negro songs and tunes in future compositions
After his return, Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington. In 1900, Dunbar was diagnosed with tuberculosis, and moved to Colorado with his wife on the advice of his doctors. Dunbar died at age thirty-three on February 9, 1906, and was interred in the Woodland Cemetery, Dayton, Ohio
This short biography traces the life of the poet, and analyzes his contributions to American literature. Paul Laurence Dunbar was born in 1872, the son of an escaped slave who fought in the Civil War. When he died only thirty-three years later, Dunbar had already fashioned from his rich heritage a wealth of poems, songs, plays and novels. A Vignette Films Production
A poem by Paul Dunbar written in dialect. I realize it sounds incomprehensible, so, heres the text as written
Flks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey haabits; Him dat give de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu de rabbits. Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys, Him dat made de streets an driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys. We is all constructed diffent, d'ain't no two of us de same; We cain't he'p ouah likes an dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame. Ef we'se good, we needn't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin' We gits into suttain channels dat we jes' cain't he'p pu'suin'. But we all fits into places dat no othah ones could fill, An' we does the things we has to, big er little, good er ill. John cain't tek de place o' Henry, Su an' Sally ain't alike; Bass ain't nuthin' like a suckah, chub ain't nuthin' like a pike. When you come to think about it, how it's all planned out it's splendid. Nuthin's done er evah happens, 'dout hit's somefin' dat's intended; Don't keer whut you does, you has to, an' hit sholy beats de dickens, - Viney, go put on de kittle, I got one o' mastah's chickens
الرسائل والمقالات و الآراء المنشورة في المنتدى بأسماء أصحابها أو بأسماء مستعارة لا تمثل بالضرورة الرأي الرسمي لصاحب الموقع أو سودانيز اون لاين بل تمثل وجهة نظر كاتبها
لا يمكنك نقل أو اقتباس اى مواد أعلامية من هذا الموقع الا بعد الحصول على اذن من الادارة
Mohamed Omer
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تويتر
انستقرام
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