Countee Cullen

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

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.

Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2003

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  • Is It Poetry (7/4/2009 2:43:00 PM)

    it is an excellent tribute to she whom walks in flames and hides a soul of white..iip (Report) Reply

  • Kainwo Moses (6/1/2009 6:45:00 PM)

    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... (Report) Reply

  • Milena Kubicka (7/10/2008 7:39:00 AM)

    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...? (Report) Reply

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