English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Song in Spite of Myself. Каунти Каллен.

Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

Song in Spite of Myself

Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest part
That organ will be breaking.

Never love with all your mind,
It only ends in fretting;
In musing on sweet joys behind,
too poignant for forgetting.

Never love with all your soul,
for such there is no ending;
though a mind that frets may find control,
and a shattered heart find mending.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed,
Confine some undercover,
And when love goes, bid him God-speed,
and find another lover.

Countee Cullen’s other poems:

1. That Bright Chimeric Beast
2. The Wakeupworld
3. From the Dark Tower
4. The Shroud of Color
5. Youth Sings a Song of Rosebuds

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