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    The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,White stars, is no less lovely being dark
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: star  dark  night 
     
    I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: doubt  god 
     
    I have a rendezvous with life.
    — Countee Cullen
    Ever at Thy glowing altar Must my heart grow sick and falter, Wishing He I served were black.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: heart  black 
     
    The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: death  loss  lies 
     
    I cut my teeth as the black raccoon-For implements of battle.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: battle  black 
     
    Lord, I fashion dark gods, too,Daring even to give YouDark despairing features
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: fashion  dark  god 
     
    Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: death  live  grace 
     
    All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: night  blood  pride 
     
    Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: heart 
     
    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.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: earth  help  wings 
     
    Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: dark  prayer  race 
     
    [W]e have always resented the natural inclination of most white people to demand spirituals the moment it is known that a Negro is about to sing. So often the request has seemed to savor of the feeling that we could do this and this alone.
    — Countee Cullen
    Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:/ To make a poet black, and bid him sing!
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: poet  black 
     
    What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang?
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: men  women  star  strong  africa  black 
     
    What is last year's snow to me,Last year's anything? The treeBudding yearly must forgetHow its past arose or set
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: past  year 
     
    We were not made to eternally weep.
    — Countee Cullen
    Dame Poverty gave me my name,And Pain godfathered me.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: poverty  pain 
     
    I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: conservative 
     
    We shall not always plant while others reap
    — Countee Cullen
    The key to all strange things is in thy heart.... My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: heart  key  spirit 
     
    My poetry has become the way of my giving out what music is within me.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: giving  music  poetry 
     
    If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: poet 
     
    There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: secret  work  success 
     
    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.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: truth  help 
     
    Death cut the strings that gave me life,And handed me to Sorrow,The only kind of middle wifeMy folks could beg or borrow.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: death 
     
    Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: heart  lover 
     
    Lord, forgive me if my need Sometimes shapes a human creed.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: human 
     
    Quaint, outlandish heathen godsBlack men fashion out of rods
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: fashion  men 
     
    Africa? A book one thumbsListlessly, till slumber comes.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: book 
     
    Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,So I make an idle boast;Jesus of the twice-turned cheekLamb of God, although I speakWith my mouth thus, in my heartDo I play a double part.
    — Countee Cullen
    tags: god  holy  father  son 
     
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