English Poetry. Claude McKay. Poetry. Клод Маккей.

Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

Poetry

Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, 
And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. 
Bowing my head in deep humility 
Before the silent thunder of thy power. 
Sometimes I flee before thy blazing light, 
As from the specter of pursuing death; 
Intimidated lest thy mighty breath, 
Windways, will sweep me into utter night. 
For oh, I fear they will be swallowed up-- 
The loves which are to me of vital worth, 
My passion and my pleasure in the earth-- 
And lost forever in thy magic cup! 
I fear, I fear my truly human heart 
Will perish on the altar-stone of art!

Claude McKay’s other poems:

1. The Wild Goat
2. To a Poet
3. The Castaways
4. The White House
5. Thirst

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

James McIntyre (Джеймс Макинтайр) Poetry (“Poetry to us is given”)

Florence Coates (Флоренс Коутс) Poetry (“One spot of green, watered by hidden streams”)

George Morris (Джордж Моррис) Poetry (“To me the world’s an open book”)

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