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.


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  • 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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