Copper Sun (Cullen)/In Memoriam

by Countee Cullen

For works with similar titles, see In Memoriam.

In Memoriam

You were the path I had to takeTo find that allThat lay behind its loops and bends Was a bare blank wall.

You were the way my curious hands Were doomed to learnThat fire, lovely to the sight, To the touch will burn.

That yours was no slight rôle, my dear, Be well content;Not everyone is blessed to be Wisdom’s instrument.