Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

The Wakeupworld

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This is the song of the Wakeupworld,
The beautiful beast with long tail curled:"Wake up,
O World;
O World, awake
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From The Dark Tower

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We shall not always plant while others
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
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Lines To My Father

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The many sow, but only the chosen reap;
Happy the wretched host if Day be brief,
That with the cool oblivion of sleep A dawnless Night may soothe the smart of grief
If from the soil our sweat enriches sprout One meagre blossom for o...
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Incident

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Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a
Keep looking straight at me
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Song In Spite Of Myself

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Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest
That organ will be breaking
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Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds

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Since men grow diffident at last,
And care no whit at all,
If spring be come, or the fall be past,
Or how the cool rains fall,
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Karenge Ya Marenge

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Wherein are words sublime or noble
What Invests one speech with haloed eminence,
Makes it the sesame for all doors shut,
Yet in its like sees but impertinence
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