Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

The Easter Flower

Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly 
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, 
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily 
Soft-scented in the air for yards around; 

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf! 
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime, 
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief 
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime; 

And many thought it was a sacred sign, 
And some called it the resurrection flower; 
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine, 
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

1. Exhortation: Summer 1919
2. Winter in the Country
3. Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table
4. Spring in New Hampshire
5. The White City

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