Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The Tropics of New York
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,
Sat in the window, bringing memories
of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills,
And dewy dawns, and mystical skies
In benediction over nun-like hills.
My eyes grow dim, and I could no more gaze;
A wave of longing through my body swept,
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.
by Claude McKay
// posted by George Manka @ 9:39 AM 
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hi!
what a pleasent blog you have...im from portugal and found it by chance....better, i was searching on brughel...my main insterest in life its poetry, i think, so it was really lovely to find and read your blog.
my complements!
alexandra
what a pleasent blog you have...im from portugal and found it by chance....better, i was searching on brughel...my main insterest in life its poetry, i think, so it was really lovely to find and read your blog.
my complements!
alexandra
I really enjoyed the poem written by Claude . It toched me on a day where i needed to know someone out there was also suffering from adeep longing that led to tears. I am also a poet and think your blog is truly interesting. Itried to email him,but i was unable to completethe task. He had no email address posted. Thank you and look forward to browsing regularly.
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