Poem by Countee Cullen

For a Poet

          To John Gaston Edgar

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.

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2. Youth Sings a Song of Rosebuds
3. The Shroud of Color
4. To Certain Critics
5. Karenge Ya Marenge

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