Dawn In New York Poem by Claude McKay

Dawn In New York

Rating: 2.7


The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes
Out of the low still skies, over the hills,
Manhattan's roofs and spires and cheerless domes!
The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit thrills.
Almost the mighty city is asleep,
No pushing crowd, no tramping, tramping feet.
But here and there a few cars groaning creep
Along, above, and underneath the street,
Bearing their strangely-ghostly burdens by,
The women and the men of garish nights,
Their eyes wine-weakened and their clothes awry,
Grotesques beneath the strong electric lights.
The shadows wane. The Dawn comes to New York.
And I go darkly-rebel to my work.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 04 February 2022

Exquisitely penned with vivid imagery.

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Dawn Fuzan 06 May 2014

gosh it tells so much about Newyork with such few words

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Brian Jani 03 May 2014

Wow this is truly a masterpieces

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