Countee Cullen

(30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)

Countee Cullen Poems

1. Uncle Jim 3/29/2010
2. Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds 3/29/2010
3. In Memory Of Col. Charles Young 3/29/2010
4. Karenge Ya Marenge 3/29/2010
5. To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time 3/29/2010
6. Lines To My Father 3/29/2010
7. She Of The Dancing Feet Sings 3/29/2010
8. Thoughts In A Zoo 3/29/2010
9. To A Brown Boy 3/29/2010
10. Harlem Wine 3/29/2010
11. I Have A Rendezvous With Life 3/29/2010
12. Song In Spite Of Myself 3/29/2010
13. Tableau 3/29/2010
14. That Bright Chimeric Beast 1/3/2003
15. To Certain Critics 1/3/2003
16. Simon The Cyrenian Speaks 1/3/2003
17. For A Poet 1/3/2003
18. The Shroud Of Color 1/20/2003
19. For A Lady I Know 1/3/2003
20. The Loss Of Love 1/3/2003
21. Yet Do I Marvel 1/3/2003
22. Saturday's Child 1/3/2003
23. Fruit Of The Flower 1/3/2003
24. Heritage 1/20/2003
25. From The Dark Tower 1/3/2003
26. The Wise 1/3/2003
27. A Brown Girl Dead 10/6/2003
28. Incident 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Countee Cullen

Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, 'Nigger.'

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

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From The Dark Tower

We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made to eternally weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,

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