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Poem by Countee Cullen


Simon the Cyrenian Speaks


He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came. 
At first I said, ФI will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black.Ф

But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.

It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.



Countee Cullen


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


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