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| 1141. | Poetry by Claude McKay | | Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower,
And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee.
Bowing my head in deep humility
Before the silent th... |
| 1142. | Polarity by Claude McKay | | Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind,
For there's no plane on which we two may meet?
Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind,
And lif... |
| 1143. | Rest in Peace by Claude McKay | | No more for you the city's thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never ... |
| 1144. | Spring in New Hampshire by Claude McKay | | Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the ... |
| 1145. | Summer Morn in New Hampshire by Claude McKay | | All yesterday it poured, and all night long
I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat
Upon the shingled roof like a weird song,
Upon the grass ... |
| 1146. | The Plateau by Claude McKay | | It was the silver, heart-enveloping view
Of the mysterious sea-line far away,
Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day,
That made it dear and beau... |
| 1147. | The Spanish Needle by Claude McKay | | Lovely dainty Spanish needle
With your yellow flower and white,
Dew bedecked and softly sleeping,
Do you think of me to-night?
Shadowed by t... |
| 1148. | The Tropics in New York by Claude McKay | | Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize a... |
| 1149. | To a Poet by Claude McKay | | There is a lovely noise about your name,
Above the shoutings of the city clear,
More than a moment's merriment, whose claim
Will greater grow wi... |
| 1150. | A Supermarket In California by Allen Ginsberg | | What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at t... |
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