Song Of The Moon Poem by Claude McKay

Song Of The Moon

Rating: 3.4

The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

There is no magic from your presence here,
Ho, moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe,
Whose silver seems antique and so severe
Against the glow of one electric globe.

Go spill your beauty on the laughing faces
Of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Waiting on tiptoe in the wilding spaces,
To drink your wine mixed with sweet drafts of dews.

Rajnish Manga 20 January 2020

This presents such a fascinating landscape of a moonlit terrain with a series of inimitable images. I am short of words to express my gratitude.

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Carlene 09 November 2019

Why was the million houses all look grey

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Jahknox 27 October 2021

Because of the gray clouds that cover the houses.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 January 2020

Sweet drafts of dews! ! ! Nature's act! Moonlight, Romance of the night. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Harley White 20 January 2020

An unexpectedly truly lovely poem. I did not know this poet. Thank you for posting...

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Evan Hinders 20 January 2022

This pem is gay lol uwu

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Chinedu Dike 20 January 2022

Well articuated and nicely brought forth, a beautiful work of art......

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Unnikrishnan E S 12 February 2021

Wow! What a profound write!

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Harley White 20 January 2021

This is a splendid poem by an author previously unknown to me. I love the image of the flowers 'waiting on tiptoe'.

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9ikkie 20 January 2020

This is a beautifully written poem evoking a lot of imagery and the language is very rich. Love it and Claude Mckay has a new fan

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