Poem by Countee Cullen

For My Grandmother

This lovely flower fell to seed;
Work gently sun and rain;
She held it as her dying creed
That she would grow again.

1. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
2. Under the Mistletoe
3. Harlem Wine
4. To a Brown Boy
5. Uncle Jim

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