Memorial (Claude McKay Poems)
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble ...
All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof ...
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
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