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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DELY, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: Jes' lak toddy wahms you thoo Last Line: Dat's enuff 'uligion. Subject(s): African Americans - Women; Beauty | |||
JES' lak toddy wahms you thoo' Sets yo' haid a reelin', Meks you ovah good and new, Dat 's de way I 's feelin'. Seems to me hit's summah time, Dough hit 's wintah reely, I 's a feelin' jes' dat prime -- Ah' huh name is Dely. Dis hyeah love 's a cu'rus thing, Changes 'roun' de season, Meks you sad or meks you sing, 'Dout no urfly reason. Sometimes I go mopin' 'roun', Den agin I 's leapin'; Sperits allus up an' down Even when I 's sleepin'. Fu' de dreams comes to me den, An' dey keeps me pitchin', Lak de apple dumplin's w'en Bilin' in de kitchen. Some one sot to do me hahm, Tryin' to ovahcome me, Ketchin' Dely by de ahm So 's to tek huh f'om me. Mon, you bettah b'lieve I fights (Dough hit 's on'y seemin'); I 's a hittin' fu' my rights Even w'en I 's dreamin'. But I'd let you have 'em all, Give 'em to you freely, Good an' bad ones, great an' small, So 's you leave me Dely. Dely got dem meltin' eyes, Big an' black an' tendah. Dely jes' a lady-size, Delikit an' slendah. Dely brown ez brown kin be An' huh haih is curly; Oh, she look so sweet to me, -- Bless de precious girlie! Dely brown ez brown kin be, She ain' no mullatter; She pure cullud, -- don' you see Dat 's jes' whut 's de mattah? Dat 's de why I love huh so, D' ain't no mix about huh, Soon 's you see huh face you know D' ain't no chanst to doubt huh. Folks dey go to chu'ch an' pray So 's to git a blessin'. Oomph, dey bettah come my way, Dey could lu'n a lesson. Sabbaf day I don' go fu', Jes' to see my pigeon; I jes' sets an' looks at huh, Dat's enuff 'uligion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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