Clarissa Scott Delany: Joy
Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail…
June 10, 2022 · 2 Comments
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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