Saturday’s Child (Countee Cullen Poems)
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ...
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