Characterist Excerpt
We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute
That lesser men should hold their brothers
cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow
flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle
brute;
We were not made eternally to weep.
(From the Dark Tower by Countee Cullen)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,