Claude McKay quotes

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The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night.
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
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I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.
Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days,
Even the sacred moments when we played,
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Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
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The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls,
Devoured her with their eager, passionate gaze;
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And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.
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 part.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
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