Poems by Claude McKay
Heritage
... I cannot praise, for you have passed from praise, ...
Home Thoughts
... This is no daytime dream, there's something in it, ...
I Know My Soul
... I need not gloom my days with futile dread, ...
I Shall Return
... That bathe the brown blades of the bending grasses, ...
If We Must Die
... Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, ...
In Bondage
... Where life is fairer, lighter, less demanding, ...
Jasmines
... But, oh, your scent is here--jasmines that grow ...
La Paloma in London
... The vault was void, but for the dawn's great star ...
Memorial
... The peace that filled my soul like cooling wine, ...
Morning Joy
... Dark was the night save for the snow's weird light ...
My Mother
... Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill, ...
North and South
... Their tongues outstretched for careless little flies, ...
O Word I Love to Sing
... For all my stormy thoughts thou art too slender, ...
On Broadway
... At Broadway, shining Broadway -- only ...
On the Road
... At last the station's reached, the engine stops ...
