• Heritage

  • Claude Mc Kay

    Now the dead past seems vividly alive,

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  • And in this shining moment I can trace,

  • Down through the vista of the vanished years,

  • Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face.

  • Claude Mc Kay

    And suddenly some secret spring’s released,

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  • And unawares a riddle is revealed,

  • And I can read like large, black-lettered print,

  • What seemed before a thing forever sealed.

  • Claude Mc Kay

    I know the magic word, the graceful thought,

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  • The song that fills me in my lucid hours,

  • The spirit’s wine that thrills my body through,

  • And makes me music-drunk, are yours, all yours.

  • Claude Mc Kay

    I cannot praise, for you have passed from praise,

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  • I have no tinted thoughts to paint you true;

  • But I can feel and I can write the word;

  • The best of me is but the least of you.


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