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Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)


Incident


Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, ”Nigger.”

I saw the whole of Balimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That’s all that I remember.



Countee Cullen's other poems:
  1. Harlem Wine
  2. To Certain Critics
  3. Heritage
  4. Saturday’s Child
  5. Simon the Cyrenian Speaks


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