Africa (Claude McKay Poems)
The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the ...
The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the ...
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
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