A Brown Girl Dead Poem by Countee Cullen

A Brown Girl Dead

Rating: 3.6


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Milena Kubicka 10 July 2008

Why some of us care more of the dead than of the living? Flowers at the funeral? Yes. A new dress? Yes. But we often forget to offer a living preson his/her anniversary gift or flower, not to mention the no-occasion ones. Isn't that so, that we tend to appreciate people only when it's too late...?

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Andrea Ribeiro 29 November 2010

It is really sad how black women could be so mistreated along the world history...

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Pranab K Chakraborty 23 January 2015

It is more than beauty the sense of my dancing facing me alone. Only death could offer us such opportunity. Poet has oriented the beauty with unique sophistication simply with the objects two flowers and candle. Can't I felt while reading the dead is naked with every skin and flesh. It's classic art of representation, perhaps.

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Kainwo Moses 01 June 2009

Many indeed wait for the occasion of death to express their love. This is so true of my Africa. Cullen has done a great job here but I wonder how many will see this poem...

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James Mclain 04 July 2009

it is an excellent tribute to she whom walks in flames and hides a soul of white..iip

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Chinedu Dike 05 January 2022

A thought provoking rendition.

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bri edwards 04 January 2022

And such 'memorials' add to the income of florists, funeral homes, monument-makers etc., thus 'improving' the welfare of some others. bri ;)

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bri edwards 04 January 2022

I like it! The decorations of a funeral and burial probably help make the occasions less 'sad' for mourners, which isn't a 'bad thing'.

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 October 2020

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. a very fine poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 May 2019

girl at every stage she is pearl

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