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 Night (24 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 ...
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 ...
Spring in New Hampshire (Claude McKay Poems)
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
Subway Wind (Claude McKay Poems)
Far down, down through the city's great, gaunt gut, The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
After the Winter (Claude McKay Poems)
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have ...
Thirst (Claude McKay Poems)
My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain ...
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 ...
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 ...
Exhortation: Summer 1919 (Claude McKay Poems)
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder, And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches ...
To O.E.A. (Claude McKay Poems)
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast, And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in ...
Flower of Love (Claude McKay Poems)
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
Tormented (Claude McKay Poems)
I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my ...
Harlem Shadows (Claude McKay Poems)
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
Jasmines (Claude McKay Poems)
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with ...
Memorial (Claude McKay Poems)
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
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 ...