Countee Cullen

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

Countee Cullen Poems

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

Comments about Countee Cullen

  • 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

  • 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


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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