African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Countee Cullen, "An Epitaph (For Amy Lowell)" (1927)

An Epitaph

(For Amy Lowell)

SHE leans across a golden table,
Confronts God with an eye
Still puzzled by the standard label
All flesh bears: Made to die —
And questions Him if He is able
To reassure her why.

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