Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Claude McKay Poems

41. I Know My Soul 1/3/2003
42. The Barrier 1/3/2003
43. The Tired Worker 1/3/2003
44. Commemoration 1/3/2003
45. Heritage 1/3/2003
46. Rest In Peace 1/3/2003
47. White Houses 1/3/2003
48. Adolescence 1/3/2003
49. The Tropics In New York 1/3/2003
50. French Leave 1/3/2003
51. Flirtation 1/3/2003
52. The White City 1/3/2003
53. Alfonso, Dressing To Wait At Table 1/3/2003
54. The Spanish Needle 1/3/2003
55. Absence 1/3/2003
56. A Prayer 1/3/2003
57. Baptism 1/3/2003
58. My Mother 1/3/2003
59. The City's Love 1/3/2003
60. Outcast 1/3/2003
61. December, 1919 1/3/2003
62. The Snow Fairy 1/3/2003
63. Exhortation: Summer 1919 1/3/2003
64. Harlem Shadows 1/3/2003
65. The Harlem Dancer 1/3/2003
66. The Lynching 1/3/2003
67. After The Winter 1/3/2003
68. I Shall Return 1/3/2003
69. Romance 1/3/2003
70. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
71. Africa 1/3/2003
72. Dawn In New York 1/3/2003
73. Courage 1/3/2003
74. A Red Flower 1/3/2003
75. Birds Of Prey 1/3/2003
76. Flame-Heart 1/3/2003
77. A Memory Of June 1/3/2003
78. America 1/3/2003
79. Enslaved 1/3/2003
80. If We Must Die 1/3/2003

Comments about Claude McKay

  • Herb Jacobson (12/31/2014 2:19:00 PM)

    MCKAY WROTE A POEM CALLED MY HOUSE. WHY IS IT NOT INCLUDED IN THIS LIST OF 80. IT IS A MAGNIFICENT AND INSPIRATIONAL POEM I HAVE BEEN PASSING ALONG FOR OVER 60 YEARS

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  • Zeenat Fatima (9/16/2012 6:48:00 AM)

    really romantic poem.. :)

  • Rue Palmer Rue Palmer (8/2/2012 8:48:00 AM)

    went to school reading claude, , we are from the same parish in jamaica nd i even know his home town, , yes indeed here i am right by his side, ,

Best Poem of Claude McKay

If We Must Die

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly ...

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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

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