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Poem by Claude McKay
Winter in the Country
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce’s fair Free limbs to see, the lesser trees’ Bare hands to touch, the sparrow’s cheep To heed, and watch his nimble flight Above the short brown grass asleep. Love glorious in his friendly might, Music that every heart could bless, And thoughts of life serene, divine, Beyond my power to express, Crowd round this lifted heart of mine! But oh! to leave this paradise For the city’s dirty basement room, Where, beauty hidden from the eyes, A table, bed, bureau, and broom In corner set, two crippled chairs All covered up with dust and grim With hideousness and scars of years, And gaslight burning weird and dim, Will welcome me . . . And yet, and yet This very wind, the winter birds The glory of the soft sunset, Come there to me in words.
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