"All day long and all night through,
One thing only must I do:
Quench my pride and cool my blood,
Lest I perish in the flood." Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Heritage (l. 116-119). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the Harlem Renaissance. É Gerald Early, ed. (1991) Doubleday. |
"What is last year's snow to me,
Last year's anything? The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set" Countee Cullen (1903-1946), U.S. poet. Heritage (l. 52-55). . .
My Soul's High Song; the Collected Writings of Countee Cullen, Voice of the Harlem Renaissance. É Gerald Early, ed. (1991) Doubleday. |
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