Three Poems by Countee Cullen

For One Who Gayly Sowed His Oats

By Countee Cullen - 1903-1946

My days were a thing for me to live,

    For others to deplore;

I took of life all it could give:

    Rind, inner fruit, and core.

Spring Reminiscence

By Countee Cullen - 1903-1946

"My sweet," you sang, and, "Sweet," I sang,

    And sweet we sang together,

Glad to be young as the world was young,

    Two colts too strong for a tether.

Shall ever a spring be like that spring,

    Or apple blossoms as white;

Or ever clover smell like the clover

    We lay upon that night?

Shall ever your hand lie in my hand,

    Pulsing to it, I wonder;

Or have the gods, being jealous gods,

    Envied us our thunder?

If You Should Go

By Countee Cullen - 1903-1946

Love, leave me like the light,

The gently passing day;

We would not know, but for the night,

When it has slipped away.

So many hopes have fled,

Have left me but the name

Of what they were. When love is dead,

Go thou, beloved, the same.

Go quietly; a dream

When done, should leave no trace

That it has lived, except a gleam

Across the dreamer’s face.

About Countee Cullen

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

American writer Alain Locke helped Cullen come to terms with his sexuality. Locke wanted to introduce a new generation of African-American writers, such as Countee Cullen, to the reading public. Locke also sought to present the authentic natures of sex and sexuality through writing, creating a kind of relationship with those who felt the same. Locke introduced Cullen to gay-affirming material, such as the work of Edward Carpenter, at a time when most gays were in the closet. In March 1923, Cullen wrote to Locke about Carpenter's work: "It opened up for me soul windows which had been closed; it threw a noble and evident light on what I had begun to believe, because of what the world believes, ignoble and unnatural."

Critics and historians have not reached consensus as to Cullen's sexuality, partly because Cullen was unsure of this himself. Cullen's first marriage, to Yolande Du Bois, experienced difficulties before ending in divorce. He subsequently had relationships with many different men, although each ended poorly. Each relationship had a sense of shame or secrecy, such as his relationship with Edward Atkinson. Cullen later married Ida Robertson while potentially in a relationship with Atkinson. Letters between Cullen and Atkinson suggest a romantic interest, although there is no concrete evidence that they were in a sexual relationship.