To Certain Critics Poem by Countee Cullen
To Certain Critics
Then call me traitor if you must,
Shout reason and default!
Say I betray a sacred trust
Aching beyond this vault.
I'll bear your censure as your praise,
For never shall the clan
Confine my singing to its ways
Beyond the ways of man.
No racial option narrows grief,
Pain is not patriot,
And sorrow plaits her dismal leaf
For all as lief as not.
With blind sheep groping every hill,
Searching an oriflamme,
How shall the shpherd heart then thrill
To only the darker lamb?
Beautifully painted. Impressive line is..... How shall the shpherd heart then thrill To only the darker lamb?
True various shades in-between of Gray, As the heavens if not dark could not then display To us all of the star's.. James McLain
A song beyond the limits of the sinful man, a human condition. voted 10.
Sorrow plaits her dismal leaf! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/23/2024 4:42:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Critics always do good criticizing, showing the both sides of the term, ..... well penned