Caroling Dusk/Yet Do I Marvel

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Caroling Dusk (1927)
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Yet Do I Marvel by Countee Cullen

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YET DO I MARVEL

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,And did he stoop to quibble could tell whyThe little buried mole continues blind,Why flesh that mirrors him must some day die,Make plain the reason tortured TantalusIs baited with the fickle fruit, declareIf merely brute caprice dooms SisyphusTo struggle up a never-ending stair.

Inscrutable His ways are and immuneTo catechism by a mind too strewnWith petty cares to slightly understandWhat awful brain compels His awful hand;Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:To make a poet black, and bid him sing!