• America

  • Claude Mc Kay

    Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,

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  • And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,

  • Stealing my breath of life, I will confess

  • I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!

  • Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,

  • Giving me strength erect against her hate.

  • Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

  • Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,

  • I stand within her walls with not a shred

  • Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.

  • Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,

  • And see her might and granite wonders there,

  • Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,

  • Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

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