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Poem by Countee Cullen


Tell me all things false are true,
Bitter sweet, that fools are wise;
I will not doubt nor question you;
I am in a mood for lies.

Tell me all things ill turn good;
Thew and sinew will be stronger
Thriving on the deadly food
Life proffers for their hunger.

Paint love lovely, if you will;
Be crafty, sly, deceptive;
Here is fertile land to till,
Sun-seeking, rain-receptive.

Hold my hand and lie to me;
I will not ask you How nor Why;
I see death drawing nigh to me
Out of the corner of my eye.

Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen's other poems:
  1. That Bright Chimeric Beast
  2. Karenge Ya Marenge
  3. She of the Dancing Feet Sings
  4. The Wakeupworld
  5. From the Dark Tower

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Madison Cawein Nocturne ("A disc of violet blue")
  • Arthur Guiterman Nocturne ("The three-toed tree-toad")
  • Emily Johnson Nocturne ("Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying")

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