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' ...
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' ...
Think you I am not fiend and savage too?Think you I could not arm me with a gunAnd shoot down ...
There is no radical the Negro's friendWho points some other than the classic roadFor him to follow, fighting to the ...
Your door is shut against my tightened face,And I am sharp as steel with discontent;But I possess the courage and ...
When I have passed away and am forgotten, And no one living can recall my face, When under alien sod ...
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain ...
For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...
When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in ...
I shall return again; I shall return To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes At golden noon the forest ...
Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, For there's no plane on which we two may meet? Let's both forgive, ...
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, ...
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch ...
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us ...
No more for you the city's thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains of ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires ...
I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is ...
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon ...
Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt ...
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with ...
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