Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Dawn In New York - Poem by Claude McKay

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 about Dawn In New York by Claude McKay

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/6/2014 9:55:00 AM)

    gosh it tells so much about Newyork with such few words (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (5/3/2014 2:52:00 AM)

    Wow this is truly a masterpieces (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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