Countee Cullen

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

For A Poet - Poem by Countee Cullen

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.


Comments about For A Poet by Countee Cullen

  • Rookie Aidan Johnson (3/3/2014 1:11:00 PM)

    i love this poems and the poems are like telling the future (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Lara McKenzie (8/31/2009 3:22:00 AM)

    Does this remind anyone of Yeats? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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