-White folks is white,â? says uncle Jim;
-A platitude,â? I sneer;
And then I tell him so is milk,
And the froth upon his beer.
His heart walled up with bitterness,
He smokes his pungent pipe,
And nods at me as if to say,
-Young fool, you-ll soon be ripe!â?
I have a friend who eats his heart
Always with grief of mine,
Who drinks my joy as tipplers drain
Deep goblets filled with wine.
I wonder why here at his side,
Face-in-the-grass with him,
My mind should stray the Grecian urn
To muse on uncle Jim.
Uncle Jim
Countee Cullen
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Poem topics: friend, grief, joy, grass, deep, young, milk, face, mind, fool, stray, drain, heart, I love you, I miss you, white, uncle, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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