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Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)


Futility


Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, 
Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. 
But the old fever seizes me to-day, 
As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather. 
I have given up myself to every urge, 
With not a care of precious powers spent, 
Have bared my body to the strangest scourge, 
To soothe and deaden my heart’s unhealing rent. 
But you have torn a nerve out of my frame, 
A gut that no physician can replace, 
And reft my life of happiness and aim. 
Oh what new purpose shall I now embrace? 
What substance hold, what lovely form pursue, 
When my thought burns through everything to you?



Claude McKay's other poems:
  1. Outcast
  2. The Castaways
  3. The Snow Fairy
  4. One Year After
  5. A Memory of June


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Futility ("Move him into the sun")
  • Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Futility ("Dusting my books I spent a busy day")

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