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' ...
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 ...
Courage (Claude McKay Poems)
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch ...
If We Must Die (Claude McKay Poems)
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us ...
Rest in Peace (Claude McKay Poems)
No more for you the city's thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains of ...
The Spanish Needle (Claude McKay Poems)
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
Dawn in New York (Claude McKay Poems)
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires ...
In Bondage (Claude McKay Poems)
I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is ...
Romance (Claude McKay Poems)
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
The Tired Worker (Claude McKay Poems)
O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon ...
December, 1919 (Claude McKay Poems)
Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt ...
Jasmines (Claude McKay Poems)
Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with ...
Russian Cathedral (Claude McKay Poems)
Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble ...
The Tropics in New York (Claude McKay Poems)
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit ...
Enslaved (Claude McKay Poems)
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place ...
La Paloma in London (Claude McKay Poems)
About Soho we went before the light; We went, unresting six, craving new fun, New scenes, new raptures, for the ...
Song of the Moon (Claude McKay Poems)
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million ...
The White City (Claude McKay Poems)
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse ...
A Memory of June (Claude McKay Poems)
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
Exhortation: Summer 1919 (Claude McKay Poems)
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder, And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches ...
Memorial (Claude McKay Poems)
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
Spring in New Hampshire (Claude McKay Poems)
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
The White House (Claude McKay Poems)
Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the ...
A Prayer (Claude McKay Poems)
'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep ...
Flame-Heart (Claude McKay Poems)
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
Morning Joy (Claude McKay Poems)
At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as ...
Subway Wind (Claude McKay Poems)
Far down, down through the city's great, gaunt gut, The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed ...