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The Wise
(30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)

The Wise

Poem By Countee Cullen

Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
How long a seed must rot to grow.

Dead men alone bear frost and rain
On throbless heart and heatless brain,
And feel no stir of joy or pain.

Dead men alone are satiate;
They sleep and dream and have no weight,
To curb their rest, of love or hate.

Strange, men should flee their company,
Or think me strange who long to be
Wrapped in their cool immunity.

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To follow in the footsteps of these great men that would be a great & gallant gesture.
Strange, men should flee their company, Or think me strange who long to be Wrapped in their cool immunity. great expressive 10+++++
Nice poem
Nice poem
This poem starts with what it seems a contradition, or perhaps a statement again common sense, but as one reads on, one does see the poet`s point of view. It is wise to read this try at good poetry several times. One reading may not be enough. I like this verse much. Way to go, poet! Luis Estable


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