Countee Cullen

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

Countee Cullen Poems

1. Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds 3/29/2010
2. In Memory Of Col. Charles Young 3/29/2010
3. Uncle Jim 3/29/2010
4. Lines To My Father 3/29/2010
5. She Of The Dancing Feet Sings 3/29/2010
6. Karenge Ya Marenge 3/29/2010
7. I Have A Rendezvous With Life 3/29/2010
8. To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time 3/29/2010
9. Song In Spite Of Myself 3/29/2010
10. Thoughts In A Zoo 3/29/2010
11. To A Brown Boy 3/29/2010
12. Tableau 3/29/2010
13. Harlem Wine 3/29/2010
14. That Bright Chimeric Beast 1/3/2003
15. Saturday's Child 1/3/2003
16. For A Lady I Know 1/3/2003
17. Simon The Cyrenian Speaks 1/3/2003
18. Yet Do I Marvel 1/3/2003
19. For A Poet 1/3/2003
20. To Certain Critics 1/3/2003
21. From The Dark Tower 1/3/2003
22. The Shroud Of Color 1/20/2003
23. The Wise 1/3/2003
24. Heritage 1/20/2003
25. Fruit Of The Flower 1/3/2003
26. A Brown Girl Dead 10/6/2003
27. The Loss Of Love 1/3/2003
28. Incident 1/3/2003

Comments about Countee Cullen

  • aurthar (12/23/2018 10:50:00 AM)

    my co-worker's mom makes $76 an hour on the laptop. She has been out of a job for nine months but last month her paycheck was $14150 just working on the laptop for a few

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  • aurthar (12/23/2018 10:49:00 AM)

    just as Paul implied I can't believe that you can make $4053 in 4 weeks on the

  • cool dude (10/30/2018 11:29:00 AM)

    not bad its pretty good

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  • Tom Grier (8/21/2018 6:45:00 AM)

    One reading of Incident could sub for an entire racial sensitivity class. It conveys a strong message of the true face of the racial divide

  • Mike King (8/1/2018 11:12:00 AM)

    Great poem. All sad but true.

  • 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

Best Poem of Countee Cullen


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.

Read the full of Incident

From The Dark Tower

We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made to eternally weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,

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