Claude McKay

Claude McKay

Clarendon
follow poet
Claude McKay
Clarendon
follow poet
Friday, January 3, 2003

To O.E.A. Comments

Rating: 2.6

Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,
And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.
Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest,
The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with strange delight
...
Read full text

Claude McKay
Rate this poem:
COMMENTS
Claude McKay

Claude McKay

Clarendon
follow poet
Claude McKay
Clarendon
follow poet
Close
Error Success