A Brown Girl Dead

With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet.

by Countee Cullen Click to read full poem

Comments about A Brown Girl Dead

Mahtab Bangalee 24 May 2019 01:08
girl at every stage she is pearl
Fatehpal Singh Tarney 08 Oct 2018 10:35
Amazing and enviable that CC could evoke such intense emotion in the reader via such a short poem
Stephanie T Castillo 04 Mar 2018 02:55
This is the reason I continue to thrive in my poetry, one day I'd like to this great!
Pranab K Chakraborty 23 Jan 2015 11:54
It is more than beauty the sense of my dancing facing me alone. Only death could offer us such opportunity. Poet has oriented the beauty with unique sophistication simply with the objects two flowers and candle. Can't I felt while reading the dead is naked with every skin and flesh. It's classic art of representation, perhaps.
John Richter 23 Jan 2015 06:26
Incredibly sad this - but also incredibly touching.
Rajnish Manga 23 Jan 2015 03:29
Through this small but sweet poem the poet has paid rich tributes to a poor girl who died very young. The emotion scene before she is laid to rest is extremely moving.
Andrea Ribeiro 29 Nov 2010 06:30
It is really sad how black women could be so mistreated along the world history...
James Mclain 04 Jul 2009 02:43
it is an excellent tribute to she whom walks in flames and hides a soul of white..iip
Kainwo Moses 01 Jun 2009 06:45
Many indeed wait for the occasion of death to express their love. This is so true of my Africa. Cullen has done a great job here but I wonder how many will see this poem...
Milena Kubicka 10 Jul 2008 07:39
Why some of us care more of the dead than of the living? Flowers at the funeral? Yes. A new dress? Yes. But we often forget to offer a living preson his/her anniversary gift or flower, not to mention the no-occasion ones. Isn't that so, that we tend to appreciate people only when it's too late...?