The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Looking-glass

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Dinah stan' befo' de glass,

Lookin' moughty neat,

An' huh purty shadder sass

At huh haid an' feet.

While she sasshay 'roun' an' bow,

Smilin' den an' poutin' now,

An' de lookin'-glass, I 'low,

Say: "Now, ain't she sweet?"

All she do, de glass it see,

Hit des see, no mo',

Seems to me, hit ought to be

Drappin' on de flo'.

She go w'en huh time git slack,

Kissin' han's an' smilin' back,

Lawsy, how my lips go smack,

Watchin' at de do'.

Wisht I was huh lookin'-glass,

Wen she kissed huh han';

Does you t'ink I 'd let it pass,

Settin' on de stan'?

No; I'd des' fall down an' break,

Kin' o' glad 't uz fu' huh sake;

But de diffunce, dat whut make

Lookin'-glass an' man.

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