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Poem by Countee Cullen


To Certain Critics


Then call me traitor if you must, 
Shout reason and default! 
Say I betray a sacred trust 
Aching beyond this vault. 
IТll bear your censure as your praise, 
For never shall the clan 
Confine my singing to its ways 
Beyond the ways of man. 

No racial option narrows grief, 
Pain is not patriot, 
And sorrow plaits her dismal leaf 
For all as lief as not. 
With blind sheep groping every hill, 
Searching an oriflamme, 
How shall the shpherd heart then thrill 
To only the darker lamb?



Countee Cullen


Countee Cullen's other poems:
  1. She of the Dancing Feet Sings
  2. Karenge Ya Marenge
  3. From the Dark Tower
  4. Youth Sings a Song of Rosebuds
  5. The Wakeupworld


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