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Simon The Cyrenian Speaks
(30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)

Simon The Cyrenian Speaks

Poem By Countee Cullen

He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.
At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black."

But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.

It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.

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Considering the experience of black Americans, the resistance Cullen puts in the mouth of of Simon in the first stanza is understandable. I wonder if Cullen had considered that Jesus himself was a person of color, not the blue-eyed blonde-haired image too common in prints. He probably looked more like an Arab, and the feeling of some in America towards Arabs is akin to the prejudice against black people. -GK
Beautifully worded, thoughtful saiid. Congratulations of TMPOTD. Good choice of Pôem Hunter Team. Thank you for sharing this piece of story based upon the Holy Bible. I have enjoyed a very lot and have read and reread again. Sure I still will in later days.
excellent thoughtful stanza - But He was dying for a dream, And He was very meek, And in His eyes there shone a gleam Men journey far to seek. great
A Countee Cullen great poem👍👍👍
a strength and submissive line- It was Himself my pity bought; I did for Christ alone nice


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