Countee Cullen
The Copper Sun Poet of the Harlem Renaissance
The copper sun still sings in verse.
I teach minds by day and chase beauty by night. My pen walks the line between heritage and heartache, guided by the ghosts of Keats and the pulse of Harlem. I believe in God through poetry, and in poetry through doubt. My friendships are my compass—Zora’s wit, Langston’s fire, and Harold’s grace.
What I'm Into: iambic pentameter, rent-party piano, Abyssinian Baptist hymns, the ache of sonnets, young minds
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