Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)


Poem by Claude McKay

Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.

Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim.

But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these ties
Now, through the menacing miles, brooding between us lies.

And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word,
To stir my fluent blood as never your presence stirred.

Comments about Absence by Claude McKay

  • nontokozo (6/2/2018 1:17:00 AM)

    Wow the poem is marvellous(Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoojohn tiong chunghoo (5/12/2006 9:18:00 AM)

    this must be real love. young love.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003