Potential Titles: Countee Cullen

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They wrap their wounds in pride - Countee Cullen "Black Magdalens"

The enamoured sun pretending that he dies - Countee Cullen "Brown Boy to Brown Girl"

In a land of scarlet suns and brooding winds - Countee Cullen "Brown Boy to Brown Girl"

If for a day joy masters me - Countee Cullen "Confession"

Who tend my roots with rains of gall - Countee Cullen "Confession"

Rains of gall and suns of prejudice - Countee Cullen "Confession"

On crested waves of melodies - Countee Cullen "Dialogue"

Render up in song your tithes - Countee Cullen "Dialogue"

Wore his coffin for a hat - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Pessimist"

Calamity his cape - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Pessimist"

The riddle of being and breath - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Philosopher"

Wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For a Poet"

Could break death's adamantine law - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For an Anarchist"

Delicate flowers of sin - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For Daughters of Magdalen"

Golden bell pealing in the courts of dust - Countee Cullen "Epitaphs: For One Who Died Singing of Death"

And tend our agonizing seeds - Countee Cullen "From the Dark Tower"

The golden increment of bursting fruit - Countee Cullen "From the Dark Tower"

Who plants a seed begets a bud - Countee Cullen "Fruit of the Flower"

Extract of that same root - Countee Cullen "Fruit of the Flower"

Down alleyways of dreams - Countee Cullen "Harlem Wine"

The hemlock which you give for wine - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Within myself is lodged the key - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Dreams of light eclipsed in shade - Countee Cullen "Harsh World That Lashest Me"

Love, leave me like the light - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

Have left me but the name - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

A gleam across the dreamer's face - Countee Cullen "If You Should Go"

A well drained bitter by the sky - Countee Cullen "In Memory of Col. Charles Young"

On your passion's frigid chest - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

All bitter yesterdays I knew - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

Half a loaf from sumptuous crumbs - Countee Cullen "Oh, for a Little While Be Kind"

Stretches forth from shadowed places - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

I pay my debts in kind - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

Your doors barred from within - Countee Cullen "Pagan Prayer"

Made complete in sunlight and starshine - Countee Cullen "Sacrament"

Cast bread on stagnant water - Countee Cullen "Sacrament"

With the stars strung for a rattle - Countee Cullen "Saturday's Child"

And handed me to sorrow - Countee Cullen "Saturday's Child"

Burned my hands upon a star - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Athwart Truth's deep abyss - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

To keep secure my wild chimeras - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

The small hard teeth of worms - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Less envenomed than the mouth of Truth - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Into dust and happy nothingness - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Felt the smallest sandgrain like a knife - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

A wave of thunder shook my wing - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Privileged beyond degree - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

In the mesh of Lucifer's revolt - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Tricked a mass of stars into his hair - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

He filled his hands with stars - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

A chord long impotent in me - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Wrought every nerve to ecstasy - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

All sweet things that flourish - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

The broken breath of liberty enchained - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

To contemplate a changing sky - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

That sailed the doubtful seas - Countee Cullen "The Shroud of Color"

Two colts too strong for a tether - Countee Cullen "Spring Reminiscence"

His mouth the lash of whips - Countee Cullen "To a Brown Girl (for Roberta)"

Youth is time for careless weather - Countee Cullen "To a Brown Girl (for Roberta)"

Poor, troubled, lyric ghost - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

Helpless in the toil of Spring - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

A harp that grieves for life - Countee Cullen "To John Keats, Poet. At Spring Time"

Treble circumstance must confirm the verdict - Countee Cullen "To My Fairer Brethren"

Match you every coin you flip - Countee Cullen "To My Fairer Brethren"

Comes to a winter of sure defeat - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Fling our notes to the sun - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Estrange the flesh from the bone - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Even my smile will be a ghost - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

Flaunt a red flower in the face of time - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

When the sharp wedge cracks my arid heart - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"

My heart is quick to bleed - Countee Cullen "Wisdom Cometh with the Years"

And dream that false is true - Countee Cullen "Wisdom Cometh with the Years"

Wrapped in their cool immunity - Countee Cullen "The Wise"

The reason tortured Tantalus is baited - Countee Cullen "Yet Do I Marvel"


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