Poems by Claude McKay
Outcast
... Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame ...
Poetry
... Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, ...
Polarity
... Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind, ...
Rest in Peace
... The city's hate, the city's prejudice! 'Twas sudden--but your menial task is done, ...
Romance
... ease your mouth with kisses till you speakLove words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words, ...
Russian Cathedral
... Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light ...
Song of the Moon
... To drink your wine mixed with sweet drafts of dews ...
Spring in New Hampshire
... When fields are fresh and streams are leaping, ...
Subway Wind
... In the packed cars the fans the crowd's breath cut, ...
Summer Morn in New Hampshire
... The still air stirred at touch of the faint breeze, ...
The Castaways
... That touch the deep-stirred heart with hands of gold, ...
The Easter Flower
... My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, ...
The Harlem Dancer
... The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, ...
The Lynching
... Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view ...
The Night-Fire
... The flames laugh high and fling their challenging light, ...
