By Countee Cullen
A huge and infrequently arguable determine of the Harlem Renaissance, Countee Cullen fused a mastery of the formal lyric with a passionate engagement with topics social, non secular, racial, and private in such books as Color, Copper Sun, and The Black Christ. sure of his poems--"Heritage," "Yet Do I Marvel"--are largely celebrated, yet a lot of Cullen's paintings is still came upon. This quantity restores to print a physique of labor of singular depth and beauty.
This is quantity 32 within the Library of America's American Poets Project sequence.
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And all the birds express In heady soliloquy Aromas of the mind Endlessly, obsessively. Oh to lie upon her —And no one can recall A time it wasn’t summer— Her nakedness is all. QX5 19/2/04 9:27 AM Page 44 (Bells) Sugar Lee there goes the earth it’s Circling you. An orbit is always A falling, held back by momentum. I am on my knees, on my knees, always Off balance till we lock. I am the key and you the door today. The flux is swirling through the mountain air. We slip inside the golden granary. Sugar Lee you are the sun today.
The light comes through your hair As if your hair were light and nothing but: You shake it out, set fire to the air. QX5 19/2/04 9:27 AM Page 51 (Horizon) Love is when green turns to silver In the last light of day. We barely knew each other then and yet The frogs croaked that hypnotic lullabye Until all noise was thunder, and the storm Burst, and the wind lashed the jungle. Had we released a thousand birds No greater good fortune than this single Evening could come. — Beneath a crescent moon shines Venus On the horizon.
And don’t trust any technology, And even the clocks are lying. The only thing sure is the pleasure we’ll know When we’re done with trying To be polite, to suck all the juice from delay. The only solution is abandon. Come I don’t care—come you be the pyre; And I will be the burned one. QX5 19/2/04 9:27 AM Page 49 (Shudder) Idea that earth crunches and body repairs Is idea conceived in love. Impatience is the only sin. We all get fidgety but love Is the medium in which even Flickers occur, through which tectonically The spines of mountains stretch.
Countee Cullen: Collected Poems (American Poets Project, Volume 32) by Countee Cullen