Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Summer Morn In New Hampshire

Poem by Claude McKay

All yesterday it poured, and all night long
I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat
Upon the shingled roof like a weird song,
Upon the grass like running children's feet.
And down the mountains by the dark cloud kissed,
Like a strange shape in filmy veiling dressed,
Slid slowly, silently, the wraith-like mist,
And nestled soft against the earth's wet breast.

But lo, there was a miracle at dawn!
The still air stirred at touch of the faint breeze,
The sun a sheet of gold bequeathed the lawn,
The songsters twittered in the rustling trees.
And all things were transfigured in the day,
But me whom radiant beauty could not move;
For you, more wonderful, were far away,
And I was blind with hunger for your love.


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  • 9ikkie (1/21/2020 7:34:00 AM)

    I dont care what ranking you give him, he's # 10 on the top 500 poets i dare say(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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