Claude McKay (15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)
Poems of Claude McKay
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| 41. | On the Road | 1/3/2003 |
| 42. | One Year After | 1/3/2003 |
| 43. | Outcast | 1/3/2003 |
| 44. | Poetry | 1/3/2003 |
| 45. | Polarity | 1/3/2003 |
| 46. | Rest in Peace | 1/3/2003 |
| 47. | Romance | 1/3/2003 |
| 48. | Russian Cathedral | 1/3/2003 |
| 49. | Song of the Moon | 1/3/2003 |
| 50. | Spring in New Hampshire | 1/3/2003 |
| 51. | Subway Wind | 1/3/2003 |
| 52. | Summer Morn in New Hampshire | 1/3/2003 |
| 53. | The Barrier | 1/3/2003 |
| 54. | The Castaways | 1/3/2003 |
| 55. | The City's Love | 1/3/2003 |
| 56. | The Easter Flower | 1/3/2003 |
| 57. | The Harlem Dancer | 1/3/2003 |
| 58. | The Lynching | 1/3/2003 |
| 59. | The Night-Fire | 1/3/2003 |
| 60. | The Plateau | 1/3/2003 |
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Flame-Heart
So much have I forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields
And fill the noonday with their curious fluting.
I have forgotten much, but still remember
