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

Suicide Chant by Countee Cullen

I am the seed
The Sower sowed;
I am the deed
His hand bestowed
Upon the world.

Censure me not
If a rank weed flood
The garden plot,
Instead of a bud
To be unfurled.

Bridle your blame
If the deed prove less
Than the bruited fame
With which it came
From nothingness.

The seed of a weed
Cannot be flowered,
Nor a hero's deed
Spring from a coward.

Pull up the weed;
Bring plow and mower;
Then fetch new seed
For the hand of the Sower.

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