Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
“Newton appeared more nervously emphatic in his manner since Sunday when the Senegambians left him in his underwear and Delta had to hurry down to bring him another suit. Before his wife arrived the superintendent had removed the gag from his mouth and the experience had apparently made him more loquacious. He felt as if he had earned his medal… — Claude McKay Copy Share
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my… — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange… — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
“If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us… — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted, I shun all signs of anchorage, because The zest of life exceeds the bound of laws. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us… — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana's red, blood-red in warm December. — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
