Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

When I Have Passed Away - Poem by Claude McKay

When I have passed away and am forgotten,
And no one living can recall my face,
When under alien sod my bones lie rotten
With not a tree or stone to mark the place;

Perchance a pensive youth, with passion burning,
For olden verse that smacks of love and wine,
The musty pages of old volumes turning,
May light upon a little song of mine,

And he may softly hum the tune and wonder
Who wrote the verses in the long ago;
Or he may sit him down awhile to ponder
Upon the simple words that touch him so.


Comments about When I Have Passed Away by Claude McKay

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (12/4/2019 6:10:00 PM)

    It is a reasonable hope that someone in future times might read and enjoy his poems.
    A consolation for lying dead in his grave. I read in one American poetry anthology that,
    ' Destitute and in poor health, Claude McKay died alone in Chicago'.
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  • Aniruddha PathakAniruddha Pathak (1/26/2019 11:35:00 PM)

    When I have passed away,
    How a poet would like him to be remembered,
    and very well rendered.
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  • Jo Cover (6/15/2010 9:15:00 PM)

    THE CONENT OF POEM APPEARS SIMPLISTIC YET IT TOUCHES ON MAN'S DESIRE TO BE IMMORTAL / TO BE REMEMBERED (Report)Reply

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  • Jo Cover (6/15/2010 9:15:00 PM)

    THE CONENT OF POEM APPEARS SIMPLISTIC YET IT TOUCHES ON MAN'S DESIRE TO BE IMMORTAL / TO BE REMEMBERED (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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