Who is Claude Mckay

Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889 – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, who was a seminal figure in the Harlem Renaissance. He wrote four novels: Home to Harlem (1928), a best-seller that won the Harmon Gold Award for Literature, Banjo (1929), Banana Bottom (1933), and in 1941 a manuscript called Amiable With Big Teeth: A Novel of the Love Affair Between the Communists and the Poor Black Sheep of Harlem which remained unpublished until 2017. McKay also authored collections of poetry, a collection of short stories, Gingertown (1932), two autobiographical books, A Long Way from Home (1937) and My Green Hills of Jamaica (published posthumously), and a non-fiction, socio-historical treatise entitled Harlem: Negro Metropolis (1940). His 1922 poetry collect...
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Claude Mckay Poems

  • My Mother

    Reg wished me to go with him to the field,
    I paused because I did not want to go; ...
  • When Dawn Comes To The City
    The tired cars go grumbling by,
    The moaning, groaning cars,
    And the old milk carts go rumbling by
    Under the same dull stars. ...
  • French Leave
    No servile little fear shall daunt my will
    This morning. I have courage steeled to say
    I will be lazy, conqueringly still,
    I will not lose the hours in toil this day. ...
  • Alfonso, Dressing To Wait At Table
    Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad
    Of subtly-changing and surprising parts;
    His moods are storms that frighten and make glad,
    His eyes were made to capture women's hearts. ...
  • The Wild Goat
    O you would clothe me in silken frocks
    And house me from the cold,
    And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,
    And buy me chains of gold; ...
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Heart 32 Night 29 Love 25 I Love You 25 Sweet 22 Passion 20 Life 20 Body 16 Long 16 Light 16

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Comments about Claude Mckay

  • Beineckelibrary: claude mckay: "the city's love"
  • Poetsorg: too faintly sweet the first may flowers, the stars too gloriously bright, for me to spend the evening hours, when fields are fresh and streams are leaping, wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping. —claude mckay
  • Jgarrettgilmore: nap time, let’s see what claude mckay was talking about.
  • Prison_health: book - the making of a black bolshevik. one of the foremost black writers and intellectuals of his era, claude mckay (1889–1948) was a central figure in caribbean literature, the harlem renaissance, and the black radical tradition.
  • Mxmovement: also has an article by a ken briggs discussing claude mckay, marcus garvey, the comintern etc.
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The Wild Old Wicked Man
 by William Butler Yeats

Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.

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