Countee Cullen (May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an African-American poet who was a leading figure in the Harlem Renaissance. (He pronounced his name "Coun-tay," not "Coun-tee." ) Read full biography of Countee Cullen →
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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.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
I have a rendezvous with life.
Your love to me was like an unread book.
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.