Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

The Wild Goat - Poem by Claude McKay

O you would clothe me in silken frocks
And house me from the cold,
And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,
And buy me chains of gold;

And give me--meekly to do my will--
The hapless sons of men:--
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill
Droops in the grassy pen.


Comments about The Wild Goat by Claude McKay

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/5/2016 9:13:00 AM)


    But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill
    Droops in the grassy pen..................................10
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  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/5/2016 5:28:00 AM)


    I can smell Maya Angelou in these beautiful poem of freedom in (I Will Rise) . (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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