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Countee Cullen

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Countee Cullen

Born on May 30, 1903 in New York City, Countee Cullen was raised in a Methodist parsonage. He attended De Witt Clinton High School in New York and began writing poetry at the age of fourteen. In 1922, Cullen entered New York University. His poems were published in The Crisis, under the leadership of W. E. B. Du Bois, and Opportunity, a magazine of the National Urban League. He was soon after published in Harper's, the Century Magazine, and Poetry. He won several awards for his poem, "Ballad of the Brown Girl," and graduated from New York University in 1923. That same year, Harper published his first volume of verse, Color, and he was admitted to Harvard University where he completed a master's degree.

His second volume of poetry, Copper Sun (1927), met with controversy in the black community because Cullen did not give the subject of race the same attention he had given it in Color. He was raised and educated in a primarily white community, and he differed from other poets of the Harlem Renaissance like Langston Hughes in that he lacked the background to comment from personal experience on the lives of other blacks or use popular black themes in his writing. An imaginative lyric poet, he wrote in the tradition of Keats and Shelley and was resistant to the new poetic techniques of the Modernists. He died on January 9, 1946.


Selected Bibliography

Poetry

Color (1925)
Copper Sun (1927)
My Soul's High Song: The Collected Writings of Countee Cullen (1991)
On These I Stand: An Anthology of the Best Poems of Countee Cullen (1947)
The Ballad of the Brown Girl (1928)
The Black Christ and Other Poems (1929)
The Medea and Some Other Poems (1935)

Prose

My Lives and How I Lost Them (1942)
One Way to Heaven (1931)
The Lost Zoo (1940)

Drama

St. Louis Woman (1946)

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poem
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it's better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the