Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Claude McKay Poems

41. On Broadway 1/3/2003
42. On a Primitive Canoe 1/3/2003
43. O Word I Love to Sing 1/3/2003
44. North and South 1/3/2003
45. My Mother 1/3/2003
46. Morning Joy 1/3/2003
47. Memorial 1/3/2003
48. La Paloma in London 1/3/2003
49. Joy in the Woods 3/21/2012
50. Jasmines 1/3/2003
51. In Bondage 1/3/2003
52. If We Must Die 1/3/2003
53. I Shall Return 1/3/2003
54. I Know My Soul 1/3/2003
55. Homing Swallows 1/3/2003
56. Home Thoughts 1/3/2003
57. Heritage 1/3/2003
58. Harlem Shadows 1/3/2003
59. Futility 1/3/2003
60. French Leave 1/3/2003

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

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