Treasure Island

Countee Cullen

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

For A Poet


I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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