Countee Cullen

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

Countee Cullen Poems

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