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Claude McKay (15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)
Poems by Claude McKay : 78 / 80
White Houses
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.
Claude McKay
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: courage, anger, passion, hate, power, heart
Poems by Claude McKay : 78 / 80
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Sylva Portoian (11/4/2011 3: 39: 00 PM)
Please read this poem
It respires from Black Skin
But from a real White Heart
Forwarded to The White House
Those who respect the Criminals
And neglect Innocent races
Who Can't possess guns
And never like to kill...
Who can't protect them selves
From Scavengers
Those slayers have countless
Hidden scimitars...
In another place
The heading says
'The White House'
This is one of the best English poems
That inspired me to write...
Why it is ignored on this site..?
No comments
No Cry...
No praise
I can't understand, why...!
I say to Claude,
' Don't keep Your heart Inviolate
The people neglect your pure heart
They vote for others
Who said to be famous
But after I read your stanzas
I felt readers are unfair
Lost sense
To understand your mind...!