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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. Karenge Ya Marenge
  2. From the Dark Tower
  3. That Bright Chimeric Beast
  4. She of the Dancing Feet Sings
  5. The Wakeupworld

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