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

Incident

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.

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Fruit Of The Flower

My father is a quiet man
With sober, steady ways;
For simile, a folded fan;
His nights are like his days.
My mother's life is puritan,
No hint of cavalier,
A pool so calm you're sure it can
Have little depth to fear.

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