Countee Cullen

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

Countee Cullen Poems

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