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' ...
Saturday, July 2, 2022
Claude McKay Poems (81 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 ...
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 ...
White Houses (Claude McKay Poems)
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 (Claude McKay Poems)
When I have passed away and am forgotten, And no one living can recall my face, When under alien sod ...
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 ...
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 ...
On Broadway (Claude McKay Poems)
About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic ...
The Easter Flower (Claude McKay Poems)
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the ...
To One Coming North (Claude McKay Poems)
At first you'll joy to see the playful snow, Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, Or waters of ...
Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table (Claude McKay Poems)
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
Heritage (Claude McKay Poems)
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of ...
On the Road (Claude McKay Poems)
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together ...
The Harlem Dancer (Claude McKay Poems)
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of ...
To Winter (Claude McKay Poems)
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the ...
America (Claude McKay Poems)
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth, Stealing my breath of life, ...
Home Thoughts (Claude McKay Poems)
Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think ...
One Year After (Claude McKay Poems)
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
The Lynching (Claude McKay Poems)
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to ...
Tormented (Claude McKay Poems)
I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my ...
Baptism (Claude McKay Poems)
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
Homing Swallows (Claude McKay Poems)
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain ...
Outcast (Claude McKay Poems)
For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, ...
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 ...
When Dawn Comes to the City (Claude McKay Poems)
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
Birds of Prey (Claude McKay Poems)
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
I Know My Soul (Claude McKay Poems)
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
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 ...
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 ...
Wild May (Claude McKay Poems)
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...