Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)


Poem by Claude McKay

My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body's burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!

Comments about Thirst by Claude McKay

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (12/4/2019 6:17:00 PM)

    Water is an extremely valuable element, of many uses to people.
    Water quenches our thirst of course, it keeps the body clean through showering,
    I too love to swim in the sea or baths-it cools me down.
    Plants need watering to survive. I shared the pleasant sensations in this poem.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003