Countee Cullen Poet

Countee Cullen, born Countee LeRoy Porter, was a prominent African-American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright during the Harlem Renaissance.

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For we must be one thing or the other, an ASSet or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.
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My poetry has become the way of my giving out what music is within me.

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The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

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Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made to eternally weep.

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The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

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Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
How long a seed must rot to grow.

Dead men alone bear frost and rain
On throbless heart and heatless brain,
And feel no stir of joy or pain.

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Dead men alone are satiate;
They sleep and dream and have no weight,
To curb their rest, of love or hate.

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Strange, men should flee their company,
Or think me strange who long to be
Wrapped in their cool immunity.
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Mood
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I think an impulse stronger than my mind
May some day grasp a knife, unloose a vial,
Or with a little leaden ball unbind
The cords that tie me

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to the rank and file.
My hands grow quarrelsome with bitterness,
And darkly bent upon the final fray;
Night with its stars upon a grave seems less
Indecent than the too complacent day.

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"Little Sonnet to Little Friends" Let me not the proud of heart condemn
Me that I mould my ways to hers,
Groping for healing in a hem

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No wind of passion ever stirs;
Nor let them sweetly pity me
When I am out of sound and sight;
They waste their time and energy;
No mares encumber me at night.
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Always a trifle fond and strange,
And some have said a bit bizarre,
Say, “Here’s the sun,” I would not change
It for my dead and burnt-out star.
Shine as it will, I have no doubt
Some day the sun, too, may go out.
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In 1923, he won second prize in the Witter Bynner undergraduate poetry contest, which was sponsored by the Poetry Society of America, with a poem entitled "The Ballad of the Brown Girl".

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Your Word is my hope. It revives me and comforts me especially now.Heavenly Father, My SOUL faints, but you are the breath of life within me. You are my help Amen #NewYearPrayerDay

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Ezekiel 22:20 As they gather silver and bronze and iron and lead and tin into the furnace

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to blow fire on it in order to melt it, so I will gather you in My anger and in My wrath and I will lay you there and melt you

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I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.
Jesus Christ

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I will gather you in My anger and in My wrath and I will lay you there and melt you. Fe Will