The Easter Flower (Claude McKay Poems)
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast, And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain ...
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
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