Countee Cullen Poems
- Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, ...
- Heritage What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet ...
- Yet Do I Marvel I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, ...
- A Brown Girl Dead With two white roses on her breasts, ...
- The Wise Dead men are wisest, for they know How far the ...
- Saturday's Child Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With ...
- Fruit Of The Flower My father is a quiet man With sober, ...
Countee Cullen was an American poet who was a leading figure in the Harlem Renaissance.
Countee Cullen was possibly born on May 30, although due to conflicting accounts of his early life, a general application of the year of his birth as 1903 is reasonable. He was either born in New York, Baltimore, or Lexington, Kentucky, with his widow being convinced he was born in Lexington. Cullen was possibly abandoned by his mother, and reared by a woman named Mrs. Porter, who was probably his paternal grandmother. Porter brought young Countee to Harlem when he was nine. She died in 1918. No known reliable information exists of his childhood until 1918 when he was ... more »
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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.