The Snow Fairy By Claude Mckay

The Snow Fairy I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty …

In Bondage By Claude Mckay

In Bondage I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is …

To A Poet By Claude Mckay

To A Poet There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment’s …

America By Claude Mckay

America Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I …

The Plateau By Claude Mckay

The Plateau It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That …

Tormented By Claude Mckay

Tormented I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my swarthy …

Exhortation Summer 1919 By Claude Mckay

Exhortation Summer 1919 Through the pregnant universe rumbles life’s terrific thunder, And Earth’s bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, …

Thirst By Claude Mckay

Thirst My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain shaken …

The Lynching By Claude Mckay

The Lynching His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to …

A Prayer By Claude Mckay

A Prayer ‘Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep …

Romance By Claude Mckay

Romance To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering …

Flame-Heart By Claude Mckay

Flame-Heart So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the purple …

After The Winter By Claude Mckay

After The Winter Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves …

The Harlem Dancer By Claude Mckay

The Harlem Dancer Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound …

Wild May By Claude Mckay

Wild May Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down …

Enslaved By Claude Mckay

Enslaved Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place In …

Morning Joy By Claude Mckay

Morning Joy At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as …

Africa By Claude Mckay

Africa The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world …

White Houses By Claude Mckay

White Houses Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the …

Rest In Peace By Claude Mckay

Rest In Peace No more for you the city’s thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains …

Flirtation By Claude Mckay

Flirtation UPON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree. The motion of thy supple form …

Memorial By Claude Mckay

Memorial Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my wondering …

Baptism By Claude Mckay

Baptism Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in–for thus …

The Night-Fire By Claude Mckay

The Night-Fire No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling …

Homing Swallows By Claude Mckay

Homing Swallows Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain …

Polarity By Claude Mckay

Polarity Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, For there’s no plane on which we two may meet? Let’s both forgive, forget, …

Adolescence By Claude Mckay

Adolescence There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close Pink-white in prayer, and ‘neath …

Home Thoughts By Claude Mckay

Home Thoughts Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city’s noises, I must think …

Two-An’-Six By Claude Mckay

Two-An’-Six Merry voices chatterin’, Nimble feet dem patterin’, Big an’ little, faces gay, Happy day dis market day. Sateday, de marnin’ break, …

Poetry By Claude Mckay

Poetry Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in deep …

Courage By Claude Mckay

Courage O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of …

Absence By Claude Mckay

Absence Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your …

The Castaways By Claude Mckay

The Castaways The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping …