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Claude McKay: After the Winter

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love

March 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

Equal Justice Initiative: What was the Red Summer of 1919?

African American veterans returned home from World War I eager to continue the fight for freedom at home. Many black soldiers returned from the war with a newfound determination to … Continue reading

February 24, 2019 · 1 Comment

Claude McKay: If We Must Die

If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursèd lot.If … Continue reading

February 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Claude McKay: America

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests … Continue reading

December 28, 2018 · 2 Comments

Claude McKay: Dawn in New York

The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan’s roofs and spires and cheerless domes! The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit … Continue reading

April 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

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