Yes, I'm still reading Dunbar. I hope you haven't tired of him yet. I'm finding that some of his poems call me back again (and again) for another read. Here's one on poetry.
On the Receipt of a Familiar PoemThe round up is being hosted by Karen at Mommy's Favorite Children's Books. Do stop by and take in all the great poetry being shared. Before you go, be sure to check out the macaronic verse written for this week's poetry stretch.
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
From some far forest which I once have known,
The perfume of this flower of verse is blown.
Tho' seemingly soul-blossoms faint to death,
Naught that with joy she bears e'er withereth.
So, tho' the pregnant years have come and flown,
Lives come and gone and altered like mine own,
This poem comes to me a shibboleth:
Brings sound of past communings to my ear,
Turns round the tide of time and bears me back
Along an old and long untraversed way;
Makes me forget this is a later year,
Makes me tread o'er a reminiscent track,
Half sad, half glad, to one forgotten day!