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

Comments about Countee Cullen

  • 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

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  • 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

  • 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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A Brown Girl Dead

With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet.

Her mother pawned her wedding ring
To lay her out in white;
She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing
to see herself tonight.

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