{"title":"Color","authors":"Countee Cullen","doi":"10.32873/unl.dc.zea.1336","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"Poet, playwright, novelist, graduate of DeWitt Clinton High, New York University, and Harvard University, Countee Cullen (1903–1946) emerged as a leading literary figure of the Harlem Renaissance. Color (1925), his first published book of poetry, confronts head-on what W.E.B. DuBois called “the problem of the 20th century—the problem of the color line.” The work includes 72 poems, such as the following:\n\nIncident (For Eric Walrond)\n\nOnce riding in old Baltimore,\nHeart-filled, head-filled with glee,\nI saw a Baltimorean\nKeep looking straight at me.\n\nNow I was eight and very small,\nAnd he was no whit bigger,\nAnd so I smiled, but he poked out\nHis tongue, and called me, “Nigger.”\n\nI saw the whole of Baltimore\nFrom May until December;\nOf all the things that happened there\nThat’s all that I remember.","PeriodicalId":213927,"journal":{"name":"Zea Books","volume":"58 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2022-12-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"Zea Books","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.32873/unl.dc.zea.1336","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"","JCRName":"","Score":null,"Total":0}
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Poet, playwright, novelist, graduate of DeWitt Clinton High, New York University, and Harvard University, Countee Cullen (1903–1946) emerged as a leading literary figure of the Harlem Renaissance. Color (1925), his first published book of poetry, confronts head-on what W.E.B. DuBois called “the problem of the 20th century—the problem of the color line.” The work includes 72 poems, such as the following:
Incident (For Eric Walrond)
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.