Countee Cullen

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

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  • Mike King (8/1/2018 11:12:00 AM)

    Great poem. All sad but true.

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  • daequan loco (5/18/2018 10:17:00 AM)

    wdym this poem is amazing

  • leah brown (4/25/2018 11:03:00 AM)

    i love his poems soooo much

  • Gavin Shgwant (2/26/2018 12:26:00 PM)

    Beautiful poems, no other author even compares

  • Elijah Rodriguez (2/20/2018 9:03:00 PM)

    he is awsome
    because he writes great pomes

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/9/2017 4:38:00 AM)

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

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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Yet Do I Marvel

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune

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