English Poetry. Claude McKay. Heritage. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Heritage Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of the vanished years, Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face. And suddenly some secret spring’s released, And unawares a riddle is […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flame-Heart. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flame-Heart So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the purple apples come to juice, And what month brings the shy forget-me-not. I have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento’s […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. Courage. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Courage O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question would you broach? Your lustrous-warm eyes are […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. Africa. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Africa The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. To Winter. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To Winter Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run, The wind more boisterously by me blows, And each succeeding day now longer […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. To O.E.A.. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To O.E.A. 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 […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. To a Poet. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To a Poet There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment’s merriment, whose claim Will greater grow with every mellowed year. The people will not bear you […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Night-Fire. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Night-Fire No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling their challenging light, And clouds turn gray and black from silver-pale. The fire leaps out and licks […]

English Poetry. Claude McKay. Song of the Moon. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Song of the Moon The moonlight breaks upon the city’s domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million homes, Lugubrious in unchanging monotone. Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the […]