Countee Cullen
Who is Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, particularly well known during the Harlem Renaissance.
Early life
Childhood
Countee LeRoy Porter was born on May 30, 1903, to Elizabeth Thomas Lucas. Due to a lack of records of his early childhood, historians have had difficulty identifying his birthplace. Baltimore, Maryland, New York City, and Louisville, Kentucky have been cited as possibilities. Although Cullen claimed to be born in New York City, he also frequently referred to Louisville, Kentucky as his birthplace on legal applications. Cullen was brought to Harlem at the age of nine by Amanda Porter, believed to be his paternal grandmother, who care...
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Countee Cullen Poems
- To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats
My last year's song and next year's bliss.
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- Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
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- Uncle Jim
â??White folks is white,â? says uncle Jim;
â??A platitude,â? I sneer;
And then I tell him so is milk,
And the froth upon his beer.
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- Saturday's Child
Some are teethed on a silver spoon,
With the stars strung for a rattle;
I cut my teeth as the black racoon--
For implements of battle.
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- Harlem Wine
This is not water running here,
These thick rebellious streams
That hurtle flesh and bone past fear
Down alleyways of dreams
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- Eoj2274: "incident," by countee cullen:
- Nypl: spring is in the air. perhaps love is, too?
- Cpwright81: this day in black history: march 28, 1925
poet countee cullen wins phi beta kappa honors at new york university. cullen was an american poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, particularly well known during the harlem renaissance.
- Baldwinrustin: “he never spoke a word to me,
and yet he called my name;
he never gave a sign to me
and yet i knew and came”
-countee cullen
- Thisdaylive: reaching a glorious 67: olori ladun sijuwade according to american poet countee cullen, some people are teethed on a silver spoon with the stars hung up for a rattle. this is the kind of understa
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