Simon the Cyrenian Speaks
Read 'Simon the Cyrenian Speaks' by 'Countee Cullen' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Simon the Cyrenian Speaks by Countee Cullen
He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.
At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black."
But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.
It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.
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