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Yet Do I Marvel
BY COUNTEE CULLEN
God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand.
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:
To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

Type of service: Academic paper writing
Type of assignment: Coursework
Subject: Literature
Pages/words: 1/275
Number of sources: 3
Academic level: Sophomore (colloge 2nd year)
Paper format: MLA
Line spacing: Double
Language style: US English

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