I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana's red, blood-red in warm December. — 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… — Claude McKay Copy Share Image
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
