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= Paul Laurence Dunbar =

Bio
 Paul Laurence Dunbar was the first African-American to gain   a national reputation as a poet. He was born in 1872 in Dayton, Ohio, and his parents were ex-slaves. Although he lived to be only 33 years  old, Dunbar wrote many short stories, novels, plays, songs and essays  along with the poetry for which he became well known in his lifetime. He was popular with black and white readers, and his works are celebrated today by scholars and school children alike.

Paul Laurence Dunbar was born on June 27, 1872, to Matilda and Joshua Dunbar, both natives of Kentucky. His mother was a former slave and his father had escaped from slavery and served during the Civil War.

Dunbar was the only African-American in his class at in high school,  and while he often had difficulty finding a job because of his race, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"> he rose to great heights in school. He was a member of the debating <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"> society, editor of the school paper and president of the school's <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">literary society. He also wrote for Dayton community newspapers. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"> He worked as an elevator operator until he established himself <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"> locally and nationally as a writer. He published an African-American <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">newsletter in Dayton, called the //Dayton Tattler//.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">His first public reading was on his birthday in 1892. A former teacher arranged for him to give the welcoming address to the Western Association of Writers. James Newton Matthews became a friend of Dunbar's and wrote to an Illinois paper praising Dunbar's work. The letter was reprinted in several papers across the country, and the praise drew regional attention to Dunbar. With literary figures beginning to take notice, Dunbar decided to publish a book of poems. //Oak and Ivy//, his first collection, was published in 1892.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Dunbar moved to Toledo, Ohio, in 1895, with help from attorney Charles A. Thatcher and psychiatrist Henry A. Tobey. Both were fans of Dunbar's work, and they arranged for him to recite his poems at local libraries and literary gatherings. Tobey and Thatcher also funded the publication of Dunbar's second book, //Majors and Minors//.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> A New York publishing firm, Dodd Mead and Co., combined Dunbar's first two books and published them as //Lyrics of a Lowly Life//. The book included an introduction written by Howells. In 1897, Dunbar traveled to England to recite his works on the London literary circuit. His national fame had spilled across the Atlantic.

After returning from England, Dunbar married Alice Ruth Moore, a young writer, teacher and proponent of racial and gender equality who had a master's degree from Cornell University. Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. He found the work tiresome, however, and it is believed the library's dust contributed to his worsening case of tuberculosis. He worked there for only a year before quitting to write and recite full time.

In 1902, Dunbar and his wife separated. Depression stemming from the end of his marriage and declining health drove him to a dependence on alcohol, which further damaged his health. He continued to write, however. He ultimately produced 12 books of poetry, four books of short stories, a play and five novels. His work appeared in //Harper's Weekly//, the //Sunday Evening Post//, the //Denver Post//, //Current Literature// and a number of other magazines and journals. He traveled to Colorado and visited his half-brother in Chicago before returning to his mother in Dayton in 1904. He died there on Feb. 9, 1906.

Compensation

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Because I had loved so deeply, Because I had loved so long, God in His great compassion Gave me the gift of song.

Because I have loved so vainly, And sung with such faltering breath, The Master in infinite mercy Offers the boon of Death

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 140%;">Discovered

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">SEEN you down at chu'ch las' night, Nevah min', Miss Lucy. What I mean? oh, dat 's all right, Nevah min', Miss Lucy. You was sma't ez sma't could be, But you could n't hide f'om me. Ain't I got two eyes to see! Nevah min', Miss Lucy.

Guess you thought you's awful keen; Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Evahthing you done, I seen; Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Seen him tek yo' ahm jes' so, When he got outside de do'-- Oh, I know dat man's yo' beau! Nevah min', Miss Lucy.

Say now, honey, wha'd he say?-- Nevah min', Miss Lucy! Keep yo' secrets--dat's yo' way-- Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Won't tell me an' I'm yo' pal!-- I'm gwine tell his othah gal,-- Know huh, too, huh name is Sal; Nevah min', Miss Lucy!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">A Frolic

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">SWING yo' lady roun' an' roun', Do de bes' you know; Mek yo' bow an' p'omenade Up an' down de flo'; Mek dat banjo hump huhse'f, Listen at huh talk: Mastah gone to town to-night; 'T ain't no time to walk.

Lif' yo' feet an' flutter thoo, Run, Miss Lucy, run; Reckon you'll be cotched an' kissed 'Fo' de night is done. You don't need to be so proud -- I's a-watchin' you, An' I's layin' lots o' plans Fu' to git you, too.

Moonlight on de cotton-fiel' Shinin' sof' an' white, Whippo'will a-tellin' tales Out thaih in de night; An' yo' cabin's 'crost de lot: Run, Miss Lucy, run; Reckon you'll be cotched an' kissed 'Fo' de night is done.