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COUNTEE CULLEN

Poet, anthologist, novelist, and playwright, Countee Cullen, was born Countee LeRoy Porter on May 30th, 1903. Historians have had difficulty identifying his birthplace. Baltimore, Maryland, New York City, and Louisville, Kentucky have been cited as possibilities. Although Cullen claimed to have been born in New York City, he also frequently referred to Louisville, Kentucky, as his birthplace on legal applications. He was abandoned by his parents at birth and raised by his grandmother, Mrs. Porter, until her death in 1918.

At this point he was informally adopted by the Reverend Frederick Ashbury Cullen and Carolyn Belle Cullen. Cullen was pastor of Salem Methodist Episcopal Church, Harlem's largest congregation. The Reverend was not only a minister but also a Black activist in Harlem. Reverend Cullen served as president of the Harlem chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Countee LeRoy took Cullen as his surname was therefore raised a Methodist. Cullen himself absorbed the activism but realized his literary inclination.

From 1918-1921, Cullen attended  DeWitt Clinton High School, where he edited the school newspaper and literary magazine. As a schoolboy, Cullen won a citywide competition for his poem "I Have a Rendezvous with Life", and saw his winning stanzas widely reprinted. At DeWitt Clinton High School his classmates mainly consisted of White, male students but he still became Vice President of his class during his senior year. After graduating, he entered New York University in 1922, where his works attracted critical attention.

His poems were published in "The Crisis - official publication of the NAACP", under the leadership of W.E.B Du Bois, and "Opportunity", a magazine of the National Urban League. He was soon published in Harper's, the Century Magazine, and Poetry. At  New York University he was elected to Phi Beta Kappa, and while in his sophomore year there he took second place in the Witter Bynner intercollegiate poetry contest, for his poem "Ballad of the Brown Girl". The ensuing year, he again placed second in the contest, finally winning first prize in 1925.

That same year, Cullen released his lauded debut volume of poetry, "Color" his first collection of poems that later became a landmark of the Harlem Renaissance. The volume included "Heritage" and "Incident", probably his most famous poems. Later that year, after graduating Phi Beta Kappa from NYU, Cullen attended Harvard University. He graduated with a master's in English from Harvard University in 1926. Subsequently he joined the editorial staff of Opportunity magazine, penning the column "From the Dark Tower," which was a review of works from the African American literati.

Cullen’s conventional approach to poetry, both in form and subject matter, put him at odds with several of the younger writers of the Harlem Renaissance. Many of the poets, including Langston Hughes and Wallace Thurman, all deeply respected one another. Cullen frowned upon Hughes’s experimentation with poetic form within a jazz idiom or how the blues might be adapted by Black poets. Unlike fellow poet, Sterling Brown, dialect was not to be the ground of his achievement. The more conservative writers such as Du Bois and Jessie Fauset, advocated for literature to represent the more respectable aspects of the Black American life.

Once riding in old Baltimore,
    Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
    Keep looking straight at me.
 
Now I was eight and very small,
    And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
    His tongue and called me, “Nigger.”
 
I saw the whole of Baltimore
    From May until December:
Of all the things that happened there
    That’s all that I remember.
 
-Countee Cullen
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
 
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring’s first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it’s better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
 
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere
I keep Life’s rendezvous.
 
-Countee Cullen
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 to eternally weep.
 
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
 
-Countee Cullen
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