“What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything? The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set”
Quote by Countee Cullen
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Countee Cullen: Collected Poems is a comprehensive compilation of the poetry of Countee Cullen, a key figure in the Harlem Renaissance. The collection features a variety of Cullen's works, highlighting his mastery of the sonnet form and his poignant reflections on the African American experience. The poems in this volume offer a glimpse into the social and cultural landscape of the early 20th century, as well as Cullen's personal journey and artistic evolution. more
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