Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Spring In New Hampshire

Poem by Claude McKay

Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.


Comments about Spring In New Hampshire by Claude McKay

  • Johny (11/17/2019 3:33:00 AM)

    You suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suckYou suck(Report)Reply

    1 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Konab GhummanKonab Ghumman (4/10/2019 7:46:00 AM)

    While happy winds go laughing by,
    Wasting the golden hours indoors,
    Washing windows and scrubbing floors.


    superb poem(Report)Reply

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: april, silver, happy, green, sky, night, spring, flower, sleep, star, wind



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]