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 ...
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast, And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
O is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly ...
Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called "Oil and Water.") Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
(Matthew V, 38-48.) Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger, Giving to each what he asks, ...
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
How many times, like lotus lilies risen Upon the surface of a river, there Have risen floating on my blood ...
A man risked his life to write the words. A man hung upside down (an idiot friend holding his legs?) ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
It is true love because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues ...
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