Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

The City's Love - Poem by Claude McKay

For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Oblivious of the color of my skin,
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.


Comments about The City's Love by Claude McKay

  • Glen Kappy (10/20/2017 5:59:00 PM)


    For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
    The gracious city swept across the line;
    Oblivious of the color of my skin,
    Forgetting that I was an alien guest...

    this is sad, people, sad that a person's skin color would be an issue, would skew one's perspective. i'm glad the poet had that golden moment. sad that others would be withheld or, worse, be frightening or brutal. and mad we're still having to deal with this prejudice in my own country but not limited, not nearly, to my own country. -gk
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  • Susan Williams (10/20/2017 5:43:00 PM)


    I wish they would find another voice to read these great poems (Report) Reply

  • Sourav Khatua (10/20/2017 5:29:00 PM)


    Such a thoughtful and didactic poem. Its an all read poem.
    A nice job by a highly appreciated poet. Well done and congratulations for being chosen
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  • (10/20/2017 4:56:00 PM)


    A short witty poem. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/20/2017 1:13:00 PM)


    Golden moment! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/20/2017 10:06:00 AM)


    Fantastic expression. Touching and interesting. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • (10/20/2017 8:19:00 AM)


    Very nice. I was waiting for the next line then i realized its just that short (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/20/2017 7:24:00 AM)


    Very nice. The city still has a nice feeling for you and does not take you as an alien.
    'She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
    Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast; '.. is very nice.Enjoyed.
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  • Binayakumar Mohanty (10/20/2017 5:24:00 AM)


    Excellent expression. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/20/2017 2:55:00 AM)


    Such an interesting poem by Claude McKay.... (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (2/5/2016 2:57:00 PM)


    Ah, but the city is a fickle wench- -it probably won't remember you in the morning (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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