Poems by Claude McKay
One Year After
... II Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted, ...
The City's Love
... The great, proud city, seized with a strange love, ...
On a Primitive Canoe
... Why does it thrill more than the handsome boat ...
To O.E.A.
... But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis ...
Enslaved
... My heart grows sick with hate, becomes as lead, ...
Exhortation: Summer 1919
... For the big earth groans in travail for the strong, new world in making- ...
The Barrier
... Comes from your trembing throat ...
Harlem Shadows
... Has dropped from heaven upon the earth's white breast, ...
The Negro's Friend
... What waste of time to cry: "No Segregation!" ...
Homing Swallows
... The children dash and scamper down the dale, ...
The Snow Fairy
... I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, ...
A Memory of June
... And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the evening when we met-- ...
A Prayer
... For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death ...
A Red Flower
... With butterflies and bees close to each heart! Brown bees that murmur sounds of music rare, ...
Absence
... Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, ...
