She even thinks that up in heaven
Her class lies late and snores

While poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.

(C) Countee Cullen
03/21/2017


Best Poems of Countee Cullen

• Incident
• Tableau
• Lines To My Father
• Harlem Wine
• Heritage
• The Wise
• That Bright Chimeric Beast
• Simon The Cyrenian Speaks
• To A Brown Boy
• Thoughts In A Zoo
• For A Poet
• She Of The Dancing Feet Sings
• For A Lady I Know
• Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds
• The Loss Of Love
• Karenge Ya Marenge
• A Brown Girl Dead
• Fruit Of The Flower
• Yet Do I Marvel
• In Memory Of Col. Charles Young
• To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time