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 ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my ...
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