A poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar
Posted by Josefine Speyer on Nov. 1, 2013, 10:33 a.m. 1 comment
During the Death Café Ed attended in October at Cafe Rouge, someone mentioned how we all ‘wear a mask’ in our everyday lives. It reminded him of this poem: BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR 1872–1906 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 over-wise, 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 souls 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!
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