Two-An’-Six (Claude McKay Poems)
Merry voices chatterin',Nimble feet dem patterin',Big an' little, faces gay,Happy day dis market day.Sateday, de marnin' break,Soon, soon market-people wake;An' ...
Claude McKay Poems (81 Poems)
To The White Fiends (Claude McKay Poems)
Think you I am not fiend and savage too?Think you I could not arm me with a gunAnd shoot down ...
The Negro’s Friend (Claude McKay Poems)
There is no radical the Negro's friendWho points some other than the classic roadFor him to follow, fighting to the ...
White Houses (Claude McKay Poems)
Your door is shut against my tightened face,And I am sharp as steel with discontent;But I possess the courage and ...
When I Have Passed Away (Claude McKay Poems)
When I have passed away and am forgotten, And no one living can recall my face, When under alien sod ...
Baptism (Claude McKay Poems)
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
Homing Swallows (Claude McKay Poems)
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain ...
Outcast (Claude McKay Poems)
For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, ...
The Night-Fire (Claude McKay Poems)
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
When Dawn Comes to the City (Claude McKay Poems)
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
Birds of Prey (Claude McKay Poems)
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
I Know My Soul (Claude McKay Poems)
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
Poetry (Claude McKay Poems)
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
The Plateau (Claude McKay Poems)
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
Wild May (Claude McKay Poems)
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...
Commemoration (Claude McKay Poems)
When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in ...
I Shall Return (Claude McKay Poems)
I shall return again; I shall return To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes At golden noon the forest ...
Polarity (Claude McKay Poems)
Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, For there's no plane on which we two may meet? Let's both forgive, ...
The Snow Fairy (Claude McKay Poems)
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, ...
Winter in the Country (Claude McKay Poems)
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
Courage (Claude McKay Poems)
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch ...
If We Must Die (Claude McKay Poems)
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us ...
Rest in Peace (Claude McKay Poems)
No more for you the city's thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains of ...
The Spanish Needle (Claude McKay Poems)
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
Dawn in New York (Claude McKay Poems)
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires ...
In Bondage (Claude McKay Poems)
I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is ...
Romance (Claude McKay Poems)
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
The Tired Worker (Claude McKay Poems)
O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon ...
December, 1919 (Claude McKay Poems)
Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt ...
Jasmines (Claude McKay Poems)
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with ...