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Countee Cullen (30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)
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A Brown Girl Dead
With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet.
Her mother pawned her wedding ring
To lay her out in white;
She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing
to see herself tonight.
Countee Cullen
Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2003
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Poems by Countee Cullen : 1 / 28
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It is really sad how black women could be so mistreated along the world history...
it is an excellent tribute to she whom walks in flames and hides a soul of white..iip
Many indeed wait for the occasion of death to express their love. This is so true of my Africa. Cullen has done a great job here but I wonder how many will see this poem...
Why some of us care more of the dead than of the living?
Flowers at the funeral? Yes. A new dress? Yes.
But we often forget to offer a living preson his/her anniversary gift or flower, not to mention the no-occasion ones.
Isn't that so, that we tend to appreciate people only when it's too late...?