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Countee Cullen's Poetry, by popularity

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  • Wherein are words sublime or noble? What
    Invests one speech with haloed eminence,
    14 lines
  • They in their cruel traps, and we in ours,
    Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours
    17 lines
  • The many sow, but only the chosen reap;
    Happy the wretched host if Day be brief,
    23 lines
  • “White folks is white,” says uncle Jim;
    “A platitude,” I sneer;
    18 lines
  • I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
    There never was a spring like this;
    48 lines
  • That bright chimeric beast
    Conceived yet never born,
    38 lines, 1 comment
  • Along the shore the tall thin grass,
    That fringes that dark river,
    19 lines
  • Then call me traitor if you must,
    Shout reason and default!
    16 lines
  • My father is a quiet man
    With sober, steady ways;
    32 lines, 2 comments
  • Since men grow diffident at last,
    And care no whit at all,
    15 lines
  • I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
    And laid them away in a box of gold;
    8 lines, 4 comments
  • I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
    And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • And what would I do in heaven pray,
    Me with my dancing feet?
    19 lines
  • What if his glance is bold and free,
    His mouth the lash of whips?
    13 lines
  • Never love with all your heart,
    It only ends in aching;
    18 lines
  • He never spoke a word to me,
    And yet He called my name;
    17 lines, 2 comments
  • Dead men are wisest, for they know
    How far the roots of flowers go,
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • I have a rendezvous with Life,
    In days I hope will come,
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • That brown girl's swagger gives a twitch
    To beauty like a Queen,
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • All through an empty place I go,
    And find her not in any room;
    27 lines, 4 comments
  • This is not water running here,
    These thick rebellious streams
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • With two white roses on her breasts,
    White candles at head and feet,
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • Some are teethed on a silver spoon,
    With the stars strung for a rattle;
    20 lines, 5 comments
  • We shall not always plant while others reap
    The golden increment of bursting fruit,
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • She even thinks that up in heaven
    Her class lies late and snores
    4 lines, 8 comments
  • Locked arm in arm they cross the way
    The black boy and the white,
    13 lines, 7 comments
  • What is Africa to me:
    Copper sun or scarlet sea,
    127 lines, 4 comments
  • Once riding in old Baltimore,
    Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
    12 lines, 11 comments
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