Death & Dying
For a Poet
From Color (1925)
Death & Dying
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.
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MLA
Cullen, Countee. “For a Poet.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/24/.
Chicago
Cullen, Countee. “For a Poet.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/24/.
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