Monday, January 20, 2003

The Shroud Of Color Comments

Rating: 3.0

"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear
The further touch of earth, the scented air;
Lord, being dark, forewilled to that despair
My color shrouds me in, I am as dirt
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Countee Cullen
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Ralonda Simmons Simmons 26 January 2021

Extremely relatable content. Thank you, Countee Cullen!

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Dr Antony Theodore 19 July 2018

marvelous Poem, a great 10, tony

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Susan Williams 19 July 2018

I am going to read this over and over until each and every word has sunk into my heart and soul. This is a heart flayed open for all to see- his fellow man, his Creator God, angels and demons he bids come see. Breaks my heart- God did not create us to cause misery nor feel misery. We are meant to feel love for others and love for self. Magnificent write.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 July 2018

With the whiz of a sword! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Adrian Flett 19 July 2018

The persisting struggle of cultural and colour differences still exists, despite our hopefulness for the future..

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 July 2018

Upon my back, and though the tears for joy would run, My sight was clear; I looked and saw the rising sun.........impressive expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.10

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Muzahidul Reza 19 July 2018

Color sounds much of diversities in the universe of Almighty Creator

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Robert Murray Smith 19 July 2018

This poet has his mind revolving around his inner turmoil. Dark the poem see little light.

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