Claude McKay Poems (81 Poems)
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’ de light shine from de moonWhile dem boy, wid pantaloonRoll up ober dem knee-pan,‘Tep across de buccra lan’To de … Continue reading
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 ten of you for every oneOf my black brothers murdered, burnt by you?Be not deceived, for every deed you doI … Continue reading
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 end,Thinking to ease him of one half his load.What waste of time to cry: “No Segregation!”When it exists in stark … Continue reading
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 the graceTo bear my anger proudly and unbent.The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent … Continue reading
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 my bones lie rotten With not a tree or stone to mark the place; Perchance a pensive youth, with passion … Continue reading
A Memory of June (Claude McKay Poems)
When June comes dancing o’er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering in her day, And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the evening when we met– The … Continue reading
A Prayer (Claude McKay Poems)
‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me from falling. Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night: I can no more than … Continue reading
A Red Flower (Claude McKay Poems)
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light. Your lips betray the secret of … Continue reading
Absence (Claude McKay Poems)
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day … Continue reading
Adolescence (Claude McKay Poems)
There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close Pink-white in prayer, and ‘neath the floating moon I lay with them in calm and sweet repose. And in the open spaces I could … Continue reading
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