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For a Wanton

1903 –

1946

To men no more than so much cover
For them to doff or try,
I found in Death a constant lover:
Here in his arms I lie.

This poem is in the public domain.

^{(For Carl Van Vechten)}

Countee Cullen

1925

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.”

Countee Cullen

1927

1
For my Grandmother

This lovely flower fell to seed;
Work gently sun and rain;
She held it as her dying creed
That she would grow again.

2
For John Keats, Apostle of Beauty

Countee Cullen

1927