Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

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. To One Coming North
2. Adolescence
3. The White City
4. O Word I Love to Sing
5. Summer Morn in New Hampshire

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