Love
Song of Praise
From The Black Christ & Other Poems (1929)
Love
Who lies with his milk-white maiden,
Bound in the length of her pale gold hair,
Cooled by her lips with the cold kiss laden,
He lies, but he loves not there.
Who lies with his nut-brown maiden,
Bruised to the bone by her sin-black hair,
Warmed with the wine that her full lips trade in,
He lies, and his love lies there.
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MLA
Cullen, Countee. “Song of Praise.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/119/.
Chicago
Cullen, Countee. “Song of Praise.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/119/.
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