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Poem by Countee Cullen


Tell me all things false are true,
Bitter sweet, that fools are wise;
I will not doubt nor question you;
I am in a mood for lies.

Tell me all things ill turn good;
Thew and sinew will be stronger
Thriving on the deadly food
Life proffers for their hunger.

Paint love lovely, if you will;
Be crafty, sly, deceptive;
Here is fertile land to till,
Sun-seeking, rain-receptive.

Hold my hand and lie to me;
I will not ask you How nor Why;
I see death drawing nigh to me
Out of the corner of my eye.

Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen's other poems:
  1. To Certain Critics
  2. For a Poet
  3. That Bright Chimeric Beast
  4. Song in Spite of Myself
  5. Karenge Ya Marenge

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Madison Cawein Nocturne ("A disc of violet blue")
  • Arthur Guiterman Nocturne ("The three-toed tree-toad")
  • Emily Johnson Nocturne ("Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying")
  • Gerald Griffin Nocturne ("Sleep that like the couched dove")
  • Abram Ryan Nocturne ("I sit to-night by the firelight")
  • Eugene O'Neill Nocturne ("The sunset gun booms out in hollow roar") 1910

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