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 on Light (15 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 ...
Morning Joy (Claude McKay Poems)
At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as ...
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 Harlem Dancer (Claude McKay Poems)
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of ...
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 ...
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, ...
Through Agony (Claude McKay Poems)
I All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my ...
Tormented (Claude McKay Poems)
I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my ...
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 ...
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 ...
Africa (Claude McKay Poems)
The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the ...
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 ...
La Paloma in London (Claude McKay Poems)
About Soho we went before the light; We went, unresting six, craving new fun, New scenes, new raptures, for the ...
Memorial (Claude McKay Poems)
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...