Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine. Countee Cullen More Quotes by Countee Cullen More Quotes From Countee Cullen I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind Countee Cullen kindgoddoubt The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, Countee Cullen starsdarknight Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death. Countee Cullen life-and-deathgracelife-is Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover. Countee Cullen loversheartgiving The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse. Countee Cullen losslove-islying Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Countee Cullen heartfatherjesus Africa? A book one thumbs Countee Cullen slumberthumbsbook Quaint, outlandish heathen gods Countee Cullen blackfashionmen Lord, forgive me if my need Sometimes shapes a human creed. Countee Cullen forgive-meforgivingneeds Death cut the strings that gave me life, Countee Cullen cuttingwifesorrow Your love to me was like an unread book. Countee Cullen yourmelovebook So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds. Countee Cullen hidewaitdarkheart There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.' In order for a writer to succeed, I suggest three things - read and write - and wait. Countee Cullen waithard-workworksuccess
