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''At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black."''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Simon the Cyrenian Speaks (l. 5-8). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voic...
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Inscrutable His ways are, and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand.
Yet do I marvel at this curi...
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Yet Do I Marvel (l. 9-14). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the ...
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''I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Yet Do I Marvel (l. 1). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the Har...
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''poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. For a Lady I Know (l. 3-4). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the...
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''We shall not always plant while others reap''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. From the Dark Tower (l. 1). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the...
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''So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. From the Dark Tower (l. 13-14). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of...
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''The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars, is no less lovely being dark,''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. From the Dark Tower (l. 9-10). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of ...
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''Quaint, outlandish heathen gods
Black men fashion out of rods,''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Heritage (l. 85-86). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the Harlem...
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''Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
So I make an idle boast;
Jesus of the twice-turned cheek
Lamb of God, although I speak
With my mouth thus, in my heart
Do I play a double part.''
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Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Heritage (l. 93-98). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the Harlem...
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