English Poetry. Claude McKay. Futility. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

Futility

Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, 
Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. 
But the old fever seizes me to-day, 
As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather. 
I have given up myself to every urge, 
With not a care of precious powers spent, 
Have bared my body to the strangest scourge, 
To soothe and deaden my heart’s unhealing rent. 
But you have torn a nerve out of my frame, 
A gut that no physician can replace, 
And reft my life of happiness and aim. 
Oh what new purpose shall I now embrace? 
What substance hold, what lovely form pursue, 
When my thought burns through everything to you?

Claude McKay’s other poems:

1. One Year After
2. The Wild Goat
3. To a Poet
4. Home Thoughts
5. Poetry

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Futility (“Move him into the sun”)

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Futility (“Dusting my books I spent a busy day”)

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