The Tropics In New York Poem by Claude McKay

The Tropics In New York

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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.

Yeeter 08 July 2020

Yeet this has 0 rymez

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Dr Dillip K Swain 10 October 2017

A sublime write..! Pay tribute to such a nice thought

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