African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

For an Anarchist by Countee Cullen

What matters that I stormed and swore?
   Not Samson with an ass's jaw,
Not though a forest of hair he wore,
   Could break death's adamantine law.
 

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  1. Countee Cullen, "Color" (full text) (1925) Amardeep Singh