Countee Cullen

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

Poems of Countee Cullen

21. The Wise 1/3/2003
22. Thoughts In A Zoo 3/29/2010
23. To A Brown Boy 3/29/2010
24. To Certain Critics 1/3/2003
25. To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time 3/29/2010
26. Uncle Jim 3/29/2010
27. Yet Do I Marvel 1/3/2003
28. Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds 3/29/2010

Yet Do I Marvel

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune

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