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Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)


Heritage


Now the dead past seems vividly alive,
And in this shining moment I can trace,
Down through the vista of the vanished years,
Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face. 
And suddenly some secret spring’s released,
And unawares a riddle is revealed,
And I can read like large, black-lettered print,
What seemed before a thing forever sealed.

I know the magic word, the graceful thought,
The song that fills me in my lucid hours,
The spirit’s wine that thrills my body through,
And makes me music-drunk, are yours, all yours.

I cannot praise, for you have passed from praise,
I have no tinted thoughts to paint you true;
But I can feel and I can write the word;
The best of me is but the least of 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):

  • Arthur Guiterman (Артур Гитерман) Heritage ("THIS is the land that we love; here our fathers found refuge")
  • Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Heritage ("What is Africa to me:")

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