Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Claude McKay Poems

1. Two-An'-Six 4/3/2010
2. Joy In The Woods 3/21/2012
3. Winter In The Country 1/3/2003
4. Homing Swallows 1/3/2003
5. Wild May 1/3/2003
6. To O.E.A. 1/3/2003
7. On A Primitive Canoe 1/3/2003
8. Tormented 1/3/2003
9. Russian Cathedral 1/3/2003
10. To Winter 1/3/2003
11. La Paloma In London 1/3/2003
12. The Plateau 1/3/2003
13. To One Coming North 1/3/2003
14. Polarity 1/3/2003
15. Morning Joy 1/3/2003
16. O Word I Love To Sing 1/3/2003
17. Spring In New Hampshire 1/3/2003
18. When Dawn Comes To The City 1/3/2003
19. The Castaways 1/3/2003
20. North And South 1/3/2003
21. Through Agony 1/3/2003
22. Jasmines 1/3/2003
23. The Barrier 1/3/2003
24. The Night-Fire 1/3/2003
25. Subway Wind 1/3/2003
26. One Year After 1/3/2003
27. Futility 1/3/2003
28. Memorial 1/3/2003
29. The White House 1/20/2003
30. Thirst 1/3/2003
31. Poetry 1/3/2003
32. On The Road 1/3/2003
33. The Easter Flower 1/3/2003
34. Home Thoughts 1/3/2003
35. The Wild Goat 1/3/2003
36. To A Poet 1/3/2003
37. Summer Morn In New Hampshire 1/3/2003
38. On Broadway 1/3/2003
39. The City's Love 1/3/2003
40. When I Have Passed Away 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Claude McKay

If We Must Die

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly ...

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On Broadway

About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
Upon the merry crowd and lines
Of moving carriages below.
Oh wonderful is Broadway -- only
My heart, my heart is lonely.

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