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 ...
There is no radical the Negro's friendWho points some other than the classic roadFor him to follow, fighting to the ...
When I have passed away and am forgotten, And no one living can recall my face, When under alien sod ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
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