Poem by Claude McKay

The City’s Love

For one brief golden moment rare like wine, 
The gracious city swept across the line; 
Oblivious of the color of my skin, 
Forgetting that I was an alien guest, 
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win, 
Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast; 
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love, 
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.

1. The Barrier
2. Wild May
3. North and South
4. When Dawn Comes to the City
5. Home Thoughts

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