Countee Cullen

Rating: 5
Rating: 5

Countee Cullen Biography

Countee Cullen was an American poet who was a leading figure in the Harlem Renaissance.

Early life

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 taken in, or adopted, by Reverend and Mrs Frederick A. Cullen of Harlem, New York City. The Reverend was the loca ...

Countee Cullen Comments

Subhas Chandra Chakra 09 September 2017

This is quite a nice poem that has a lot many metaphors. I enjoyed them a lot.

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Elijah Rodriguez 20 February 2018

he is awsome because he writes great pomes

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Gavin Shgwant 26 February 2018

Beautiful poems, no other author even compares

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Benjamin Bonano 09 April 2019

I cut my bbc on the miter saw

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$56432 06 May 2021

AMAZING

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weird 04 December 2020

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freaky girl 04 December 2020

yall are weird like those convos are crazy

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Micah Baker 18 November 2020

Digital audio versions are sad. Perhaps the many fans of Poem Hunter could be called upon to lend their voices to creating audio recordings of the poems that would contained real resonance and prosody.

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The Best Poem Of Countee Cullen

Incident

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.

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