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A Memory Of June - Poem by Claude McKay

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,

I always see the evening when we met--
The first of June baptized in tender rain--
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love's pain.

I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;

Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song.

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
A love so fugitive and so complete.


Comments about A Memory Of June by Claude McKay

  • Rookie - 13 Points Linnea Blumen (4/27/2017 2:45:00 PM)

    I love the feeling embedded in the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 138 Points Richard Lavelle (4/25/2017 11:59:00 AM)

    ah, what memories of my younger days when i thought i was in love.richard lavelle (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Jet Fuel Cant Melt Steel Beams (5/26/2015 4:46:00 AM)

    all I could read is jet fuel can't melt steel beams and 9/11 did bush (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 221,563 Points Chinedu Dike (4/19/2015 7:17:00 AM)

    Very romantic piece of poetry well graced in metaphoric piece of lines with beautiful rhyme scheme. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Michelle Reeve (7/15/2014 3:23:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem, I am surprised it is not better known. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 83 Points Sylva Portoian (11/4/2011 3:16:00 PM)

    Now... we are at fall
    But your poem felt me
    To feel in June...
    Your rhymes are music
    Dancing over my chest...
    I can't leave your poems
    Although it's dark
    Your stanzas
    Left me forget the clock
    (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,745 Points john tiong chunghoo (5/12/2006 9:15:00 AM)

    claude, love this. a lot of sensitivity and great images. (Report) Reply

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June Poems
  1. 1. A Memory Of June
    Claude McKay
  2. 2. Knee-Deep In June
    James Whitcomb Riley
  3. 3. June Thunder
    Louis Macneice
  4. 4. A June Night
    Emma Lazarus
  5. 5. June Light
    Richard Wilbur
  6. 6. All In June
    William Henry Davies
  7. 7. June
    Denise Duhamel
  8. 8. June
    Carl Sandburg
  9. 9. Dusk In June
    Sara Teasdale
  10. 10. A Calendar Of Sonnets: June
    Helen Hunt Jackson
  11. 11. June
    William Cullen Bryant
  12. 12. [month Of] June
    Hilaire Belloc
  13. 13. June Nights
    Victor Marie Hugo
  14. 14. A Tale. June 1793
    William Cowper
  15. 15. I'M Only Eight…international Day Of Inno..
    saadat tahir
  16. 16. A June-Tide Echo
    Amy Levy
  17. 17. The Shepherd's Calendar - June
    John Clare
  18. 18. For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband F..
    Anne Bradstreet
  19. 19. By Father's Bedside...Hospital Musings! ..
    saadat tahir
  20. 20. Zermat: To The Matterhorn (June-July, 18..
    Thomas Hardy
  21. 21. A Night In June
    Alfred Austin
  22. 22. June Night
    Sara Teasdale
  23. 23. My Lovely June
    Valerie Dohren
  24. 24. A Tuesday In June
    Dee Daffodil
  25. 25. June
    Amy Levy
  26. 26. ! Song Of June !
    Rema Prasanaa
  27. 27. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diar..
    George MacDonald
  28. 28. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
    John Dryden
  29. 29. June Sick Room
    Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
  30. 30. A June Day
    John Todhunter
  31. 31. When June Is Here
    James Whitcomb Riley
  32. 32. Sweet Empty Sky Of June Without A Stain,
    Henry Vaughan
  33. 33. Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall..
    Oliver Wendell Holmes
  34. 34. The Shepheardes Calender: June
    Edmund Spenser
  35. 35. June
    Archibald Lampman
  36. 36. June
    James Whitcomb Riley
  37. 37. June On The Merrimac
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  38. 38. June At Woodruff
    James Whitcomb Riley
  39. 39. What Is So Rare As A Day In June
    James Russell Lowell
  40. 40. June
    Francis Ledwidge
  41. 41. ' Jasmine & Jonquils In June... '
    MoonBee Canady
  42. 42. June
    David Wood
  43. 43. June, 1915
    Charlotte Mary Mew
  44. 44. New England June
    Bliss William Carman
  45. 45. *940 Pearl Birthstone Of June
    John Knight
  46. 46. World Famous Painting Haiku - Frederic L..
    john tiong chunghoo
  47. 47. A Song: When June Is Past, The Fading Rose
    Thomas Carew
  48. 48. Cockfosters… 12 June 12
    saadat tahir
  49. 49. 29 June
    Eila Mahima Jaipaul
  50. 50. Awaiting June~~~
    Theodora (Theo) Onken

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  4. First Of June, Thomas Dooley
  5. Gratitude...., Sylvia Frances Chan
  6. 75 Years D-Day On 5 June 2019...., Sylvia Frances Chan
  7. Good Morning On This June 1, 2019...., Sylvia Frances Chan
  8. My Sister: High Ledge Acrobat 1955, Alexandre Nodopaka
  9. TRAPS, Philip Hammial
  10. D'you Know June?, Denis Martindale

June Poems

  1. Knee-Deep In June

    Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, -- some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else! Orchard's where I'd ruther be -- Needn't fence it in fer me! -- Jes' the whole sky overhead, And the whole airth underneath -- Sort o' so's a man kin breathe Like he ort, and kind o' has Elbow-room to keerlessly Sprawl out len'thways on the grass Where the shadders thick and soft As the kivvers on the bed Mother fixes in the loft Allus, when they's company! Jes' a-sort o' lazin there - S'lazy, 'at you peek and peer Through the wavin' leaves above, Like a feller 'ats in love And don't know it, ner don't keer! Ever'thing you hear and see Got some sort o' interest - Maybe find a bluebird's nest Tucked up there conveenently Fer the boy 'at's ap' to be Up some other apple tree! Watch the swallers skootin' past Bout as peert as you could ast; Er the Bob-white raise and whiz Where some other's whistle is. Ketch a shadder down below, And look up to find the crow -- Er a hawk, - away up there, 'Pearantly froze in the air! -- Hear the old hen squawk, and squat Over ever' chick she's got, Suddent-like! - and she knows where That-air hawk is, well as you! -- You jes' bet yer life she do! -- Eyes a-glitterin' like glass, Waitin' till he makes a pass! Pee-wees wingin', to express My opinion, 's second-class, Yit you'll hear 'em more er less; Sapsucks gittin' down to biz, Weedin' out the lonesomeness; Mr. Bluejay, full o' sass, In them baseball clothes o' his, Sportin' round the orchad jes' Like he owned the premises! Sun out in the fields kin sizz, But flat on yer back, I guess, In the shade's where glory is! That's jes' what I'd like to do Stiddy fer a year er two! Plague! Ef they ain't somepin' in Work 'at kind o' goes ag'in' My convictions! - 'long about Here in June especially! -- Under some ole apple tree, Jes' a-restin through and through, I could git along without Nothin' else at all to do Only jes' a-wishin' you Wuz a-gittin' there like me, And June wuz eternity! Lay out there and try to see Jes' how lazy you kin be! -- Tumble round and souse yer head In the clover-bloom, er pull Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes And peek through it at the skies, Thinkin' of old chums 'ats dead, Maybe, smilin' back at you In betwixt the beautiful Clouds o'gold and white and blue! -- Month a man kin railly love -- June, you know, I'm talkin' of! March ain't never nothin' new! -- April's altogether too Brash fer me! and May -- I jes' 'Bominate its promises, -- Little hints o' sunshine and Green around the timber-land -- A few blossoms, and a few Chip-birds, and a sprout er two, -- Drap asleep, and it turns in Fore daylight and snows ag'in! -- But when June comes - Clear my th'oat With wild honey! -- Rench my hair In the dew! And hold my coat! Whoop out loud! And th'ow my hat! -- June wants me, and I'm to spare! Spread them shadders anywhere, I'll get down and waller there, And obleeged to you at that!

  2. June Thunder

    The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley, Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled Mays and chestnuts Or between beeches verdurous and voluptuous Or where broom and gorse beflagged the chalkland-- All the flare and gusto of the unenduring Joys of a season Now returned but I note as more appropriate To the maturer mood impending thunder With an indigo sky and the garden hushed except for The treetops moving. Then the curtains in my room blow suddenly inward, The shrubbery rustles, birds fly heavily homeward, The white flowers fade to nothing on the trees and rain comes Down like a dropscene. Now there comes catharsis, the cleansing downpour Breaking the blossoms of our overdated fancies Our old sentimentality and whimsicality Loves of the morning. Blackness at half-past eight, the night's precursor, Clouds like falling masonry and lightning's lavish Annunciation, the sword of the mad archangel Flashed from the scabbard. If only you would come and dare the crystal Rampart of the rain and the bottomless moat of thunder, If only now you would come I should be happy Now if now only.

  3. June Light

    Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window.You were there, Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare Of uncontested summer all things raise Plainly their seeming into seamless air. Then your love looked as simple and entire As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face As legible as pearskin's fleck and trace, Which promise always wine, by mottled fire More fatal fleshed than ever human grace. And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall Into my hands, through all that naïve light, It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight As must have been the first great gift of all.

  4. A June Night

    Ten o'clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean's liquid glass. Earth lies in the shadow still; Low black bushes, trees, and lawn Night's ambrosial dews absorb; Through the foliage creeps a thrill, Whispering of yon spectral dawn And the hidden climbing orb. Higher, higher, gathering light, Veiling with a golden gauze All the trembling atmosphere, See, the rayless disk grows white! Hark, the glittering billows pause! Faint, far sounds possess the ear. Elves on such a night as this Spin their rings upon the grass; On the beach the water-fay Greets her lover with a kiss; Through the air swift spirits pass, Laugh, caress, and float away. Shut thy lids and thou shalt see Angel faces wreathed with light, Mystic forms long vanished hence. Ah, too fine, too rare, they be For the grosser mortal sight, And they foil our waking sense. Yet we feel them floating near, Know that we are not alone, Though our open eyes behold Nothing save the moon's bright sphere, In the vacant heavens shown, And the ocean's path of gold.

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