Author Countee Cullen She gave her body for my meat, Her soul to be my wine,And prayed that I be made complete In sunlight and starshine.With such abandoned grace she gave Of all that passion taught her,She never knew her tidal wave Cast bread on stagnant water. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments