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For a Preacher

Countee Cullen

1903 –

1946

Vanity of vanities,
All is vanity; yea,
Even the rod He flayed you with
Crumbled and turned to clay.

This poem is in the public domain.

Born on May 30, 1903, in New York City, Countee Cullen was one of the most important voices of the Harlem Renaissance

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Themes

^{(For Carl Van Vechten)}

Countee Cullen

1925

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Countee Cullen

1927

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For my Grandmother

Countee Cullen

1927