There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.' In order for a… — Countee Cullen Breaks Copy Share Image
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars, is no less lovely being dark — Countee Cullen Breasts Copy Share Image
There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks. — Countee Cullen Break Copy Share Image
Ever at Thy glowing altar Must my heart grow sick and falter, Wishing He I served were black. — Countee Cullen Altars Copy Share Image
“My poetry, I think, has become the way of my giving out what music is within me” — Countee Cullen Music Copy Share Image
All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I… — Countee Cullen All night Copy Share Image
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women… — Countee Cullen Bird Copy Share Image
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find… — Countee Cullen Giving Copy Share Image
Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death. — Countee Cullen Breaths Copy Share Image
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse. — Countee Cullen Death Copy Share Image
My poetry has become the way of my giving out what music is within me. — Countee Cullen Giving Copy Share Image
“And if I please you so, my lover, Remember praise is comely.” — Countee Cullen Praise Copy Share Image
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:/ To make a poet black, and bid him sing! — Countee Cullen Black Copy Share Image
The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes… — Countee Cullen Action Copy Share Image
Quaint, outlandish heathen gods Black men fashion out of rods — Countee Cullen Black Copy Share Image
If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET. — Countee Cullen Ifs Copy Share Image
Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for… — Countee Cullen Bread Copy Share Image
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage. — Countee Cullen Atmosphere Copy Share Image
