Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

The Tropics In New York - Poem by Claude McKay

Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,

Set in the window, bringing memories
Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills,
And dewy dawns, and mystical blue skies
In benediction over nun-like hills.

My eyes grew dim, and I could no more gaze;
A wave of longing through my body swept,
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (10/10/2017 9:10:00 AM)

    A sublime write..! Pay tribute to such a nice thought (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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