I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.

(C) Countee Cullen
01/01/2000


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