Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

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.

1. Harlem Wine
2. Under the Mistletoe
3. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
4. Uncle Jim
5. Youth Sings a Song of Rosebuds

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