America Poem by Claude McKay


Rating: 2.8

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Nikunj Sharma 23 July 2009 was written some time back..........america is changed now

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Selena Stone 02 October 2008

This is a great poem. i love to read Claude McKay's poems. He IS the BEST poet since Shakespeare.

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Fabrizio Frosini 05 February 2016

a very good poem, even after so many years..

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 November 2017

Such an interesting poem presented nicely. Thanks for sharing and congratulations for the poem of the day.

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Michael Walker 24 November 2017

A precise-rhymed sonnet that still shouts and whispers after such a long time. It gives Claude McKay's unique perspective of America as an immigrant.

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William Honeycutt 15 March 2020

I absolutely hate writing, but I really love this poem

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stu8777 27 March 2018

it has a rich taste of of America if that makes any sense

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Bob gram 05 March 2018

I think this poem really has a very good nhow of America

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wowwowowo 02 February 2018

garbage i hate this its boring as hell

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Eleonora Bonaldi 23 January 2018

I love this poem. As Italian with a denied visa and a consequently denied dream, I feel this poem a lot. Thanks for sharing such an amazing set of emotions.

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