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Simon the Cyrenian Speaks
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He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.
At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black."
But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.
It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.
Countée Cullen
Read poems about / on: journey, dream, alone
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Susan Banthony (4/17/2007 11:51:00 AM)
omg I TOTALLY AGREE. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWS. THIS IS THE BEST POEM ON EARTH! ALBERT EINSTEIN COULDNT WRITE A BETTER POEM! .1.1.1.! >>! >! .1>! ! ! ! ! ! |
Kelly Tsolakis (1/6/2006 12:28:00 PM)
This is the BEST POEM EVER WRITTEN IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE! THIS POEM SAYS IT ALL! THERE HAS NEVER BEEN AND WILL NEVER BE A POEM THAT CAN EQUAL NOR SURPASS '' SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS'' BY COUNTEE CULLEN
IF COUNTEE CULLEN WERE ALIVE AND I WERE PRIVELEDGED ENOUGH TO SPEAK WITH HIM, I WOULD SAY UNTO HIM '' YOU HAVE CAPTURED MY HEART WITH YOUR WORDS, YOU HAVE SEEN INTO THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL! WHEN I READ YOUR POEM, I STOPPED BREATHING, MY HEART STOPPED BEATING AND I EXPERIENCED THE PEACE OF HEAVEN! BRAVO!
TO YOU MY FRIEND, BRAVO! BRAVO! BRAVO! |
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