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Born in September 15, 1889 / Died in May 22, 1948 / Jamaica / English

Poems by Claude McKay

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One Year After

...  II Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted, ...

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The City's Love

... The great, proud city, seized with a strange love, ...

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On a Primitive Canoe

... Why does it thrill more than the handsome boat ...

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To O.E.A.

... But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis ...

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Enslaved

...   My heart grows sick with hate, becomes as lead, ...

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Exhortation: Summer 1919

... For the big earth groans in travail for the strong, new world in making- ...

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The Barrier

...  Comes from your trembing throat ...

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Harlem Shadows

...  Has dropped from heaven upon the earth's white breast, ...

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The Negro's Friend

... What waste of time to cry: "No Segregation!" ...

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Homing Swallows

...  The children dash and scamper down the dale, ...

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The Snow Fairy

...  I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, ...

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A Memory of June

... And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the evening when we met-- ...

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A Prayer

... For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death ...

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A Red Flower

... With butterflies and bees close to each heart! Brown bees that murmur sounds of music rare, ...

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Absence

... Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, ...