Countee Cullen

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

For A Poet - Poem by Countee Cullen

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,
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Comments about For A Poet by Countee Cullen

  • Gold Star - 5,579 Points John Richter (5/7/2015 8:46:00 AM)

    Do moths have lips? Honestly - or was line entirely contrived in order to rhyme with another? (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 5,579 Points John Richter (5/10/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Yo soy la Marisposa de la Muerte! Absolutely love that photo Kim!

    Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (5/7/2015 4:18:00 PM)

    Right on, John. I don't think moths have lips, either, but my BUTTERFLY OF DEATH does.

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  • Rookie Aidan Johnson (3/3/2014 1:11:00 PM)

    i love this poems and the poems are like telling the future (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lara McKenzie (8/31/2009 3:22:00 AM)

    Does this remind anyone of Yeats? (Report) Reply

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