African American Poetry (1870-1927): A Digital Anthology

Countee Cullen, "For John Keats, Apostle of Beauty" (1925)

Not writ in water, nor in mist,
   Sweet lyric throat, thy name;
Thy singing lips that cold death kissed
   Have seared his own with flame.


From Countee Cullen, Color (1925)

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