Countee Cullen

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

Countee Cullen Poems

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


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.

Read the full of Incident

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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